Dead end existences

Dead end existences

What are you doing with yourself

Where do you find yourself

Do you lead a dead end existence

Is your life going nowhere

Are your needs just being met

Feel you're going to die this way

Is the sex the only thing going for you

Or don't you even have that

Is a dead end job all there is for you

Are all your friends no good for you

Do you always find yourself being used

Is someone always wanting something from you

Are you being pushed into a corner

Is extremeness the only way out

Do you think you'll ever get out

Do you think you're old for your age

What keeps you going through the day

Are you addicted to the drugs of life

Are your eyes falling in your head

Do you find yourself not bathing often enough

Do you care how you look

have you read this far?

are you waiting for an answer?

is this your life?

do you like analyzing others?

Nothing can be done to save you.

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In the Universe

Waiting on the ground

For salvation

Perhaps desperation

Arriving in the dark

And leaving after midnight

My soul comfort

May be my cell mate

Uncontactable and tiresome

To call would leave me breathless

So here I walk

Up and down from left to right

To a never ending circle

Alone

In the universe

I may just as well be

Returning to a destination unraveling

Lingering in the air

For answers to questions unknown

Watching the sun go and come

Uncertainties are abound

The next step is audacious

Treacherous and possibly

Dangerous

Descending into daring waters

I will be waiting for where the circle takes me

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Out there somewhere

Out there somewhere

Out there somewhere
The beginning is to be found
Out there somewhere
In the galaxies all around
 

The mystifying unknown

Stars that are but pin holes in the sky
Flickering to their own heartbeat
So very far away
It's unbelievable to grasp everything
The majestic night sky
All is quiet, all is unknown
Out there somewhere
It came from the beyond
Not from the heat of our sun
Not from evolution
Not from modern understanding of religion

Speeding by in space could change its pace
The many lives that could be lived, lost
The Gods returned this way to their planet
To study what was to be found
A sadness for a failed sacrifice
They gave one the power to achieve
The mind to control other species
But what did they do
Tore the hearts out one another
Lost good knowledge forever in the past
Used good knowledge for their wicked games
They couldn't get along with each other
On such a tiny planet, they needed space
They decayed, diseased themselves through time
Overpopulation, oversight, overnight
They came back to find a horrid find
But so they knew, the path would not be smooth
It was an experiment
On some planets, it went bad

The Gods returned to their planets
To see what has been going on
What a child alone has done
Without an overlooking parent
The myth came back   
Waiting and watching
Advancing our thinking
To one day answer all the questions
That has been asked since the beginning
That which has been lost and hidden
That which has been dismissed as absurd

The makers of man have ideas of their own
To question the beginning is in vain
We will never know what happened
Only once we're ready to accept it
Will we be told                             
Which is probably never
Or a very long time away

 

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Like a Drug

Like a Drug

It keeps on finding me

Or do I keep on looking

The same places

The same venues

What does that say about me

Nothing much

Nothing less

And yet I keep on searching

For the elusive drug

That keeps me coming back

To whom knows what

Something that cannot last

Unavoidably, it is gone

Short lives and dramaticised

It spins in circles

To no end

To no beginning

Till something is reached

Till nothing is gained

Till all is lost

At an inconsequential cost

To who to you to me

Everything remains the same

Nothing is truly gained

The world keeps on turning

My head keeps on spinning

To an inevitable end

That I am yet unwilling to bend

Out of reach

Out of touch

And there it belongs

Not to me But around me

Unwanting Unwilling Uncaring

There is only one end in sight

And it does not seem worth the fight

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They call me clark Kent

They call me clark Kent

But do they really know who I am?

Do they really care?

Are they really interested?

I don't think they really perceive.

No one really knows the true me.

The being that I really am.

I reflect aimlessly about my life.

Where is it going?

What is to become of me?

Has it yet arrived?

And I feel completely isolated.

Maybe they presume reason suppose they do.

Even then it doesn't matter.

I'm just myself.

They who say he's taciturn.

They don't know him.

I'm thunderous when I want to be.

But only when I want to.

Most times I scrutinize.

That's one rank I give myself.

Another is spent wondering.

Wondering about my future.

Will it last?

Is it already in the past?

My ambition is well underway.

I know I'll make it.

But is it all worth it?

Will it all be worth it?

I mean anything could happen.

Or not happen.

When I consider what was.

I feel no regrets.

I remember no bad no mistakes.

Only the just. 

These are the thoughts that linger.

My heart beats.

My head thinks.

Constantly.

Consistently.

I envision if I really am.

If I be gone.

Will anyone ever know?

That all my life.

Nothing seemed real.

And I'm still waiting for this to end.

To awaken and see life all anew.

All strange all wonderful.

But no.

But yes.

They call me clark Kent

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