Drive

I drove to work today along the same road; I know the familiar curves in the road. I see the same people I see each day, the same cars, the same nurses walking to the hospital, the same children going to school, each with an all too familiar sad look. Today a woman was reaching out to touch the leaves of the nearby hedge smiling. Maybe she was happy touching beauty,

Cut a table in half
Put it back together
Make a whole
Jump through it to freedom
If only
Instead I will be a product of genocide
I could be worse if I had to live with the guilt

1.c

Its not cheep to slap an elephant
Even if there no way through
Just open the door
and climb through the window.

.7

After sitting in a room, with a younger generation, while they preceded to be away from mummy and daddy for the first time, have discovered drink, drugs and the freedom to abuse their dignity. How do I start? People thieving off their own friends, I don’t just mean the Drink and the Drugs but items of worth, such as Laptops and phones. SCUM. People off their head on their own egos that they have taken plant feeder. Are you a plant? Fucking hell no. Some girls screeching let me pick a song you don’t understand I’m off my head on Meow Meow, I do understand, I understand your a spoilt brat who thinks they’re the dogs because they can put something into her mount and swallow. Congratulations, you leant how to consume something. She asks me, "what are you?, Like a chav or a punker, Goth or emo?" I guess I would have to sit down with someone and ask what makes someone someone?

35

It was dictated that you must sit there
                                                         Enlightened
So good you can see him too
Smiling, its gone
                                           Moments disperse

Forever
You can’t stop this second
 Even for a minute
                         
           Slow   Breathing
Of rotten cat food
                           Stand by the stove
Combust
Combust
Combust
                           I feel warmer
Climb the stairway
It won’t upset absent expectations
 We all love your grave
 It’s pretty. 

Fire

Can you burn water?
Can you burn the sky?
I'll burn every bridge
I'll burn up my life
Only in the ashes can beauty be found
Ashes will create diamonds
Burn life for the riches
It can only make us poor

Science

Has anyone ever noticed how eager we are in the world to find an explanation for everything, how hot the sun is, how tall the waves are, how the ant holds it own against the rest of the world. I'm finding with each of these scientific discovery’s, a part of me fades. Has anyone ever thought it steals beauty away from how you perceive life? It's nice to gander at the wonders in this world and have no idea what’s so ever how it works. I don’t need to know why the sea is cold, why it takes 24 hours for the world to turn or why the seasons change. Wasn’t our own quest for knowledge what caused the creation of the atomic bomb? I know that’s an extreme example and is quite out of context. I'd much rather not know why things happen. I'd much rather fall in love, and be at awe to the mystery’s, than a Scientist explaining a chemical equation to me.

Mystery inspires beauty, let’s stop finding out why, and just enjoy the ride.