Soon, Dajjal will come.
Oh colossal will he become
Over Adam, no he won’t be shy
No place but two left to hide

Call out to the police
“Oh no, they are corrupted, Denise!”
Man, you won’t be prepared
I will go to Madina, this land will be shared
No, in Madina he won’t come in
Growing less time until he arrives

But, until he comes
Entitled will man become

Ah, many will lose
Won’t be one of those fools
Aware I will be
Returning of He (AS)
Enter to what the world will become.

Soon they forget your existence. Forget the way you take your coffee in the morning.It's bound to happen. You're holding on to the pain they left behind. The pain of loosing them is greater than the pain of daring to forget them too. Soon your smell on the hoodie you sent them will fade into nothingness. You will be pushed so far into the back of their minds, you will begin to question if you ever existed to begin with. Was this love just a cruel trick your mind played on your heart. Did we even exist to you?

Waking up feels robotic
Each of my rigid movements synchronized
With the ticking time bomb in my head
Ready to go off with each thought of you that
passes through my brain

I sleep and dream, long and hard
Hoping that when i wake
I'll hear your melodious voice ringing through my ears,
so soft yet firm

Because ive had enough of missing you

I feel like a puzzle missing a piece
like a piece of paper but just a sheet
the start of a sentence....
Just incomplete

I sit in the dark, as far off
the scent of Waratah wafts
reminding me of you,

my mouth curves
in memories, as my face tilts
the moon, her red veils
run up my chest

faraway down the road
we may meet again
across a canyon of time,
our eyes will connect

I often wonder what yours
will dare tell me,
at the first dawning
will a ray of remembrance
burst through your iris ?

or will our words of anger
sour every glance,
turning those blue eyes
opaque

Living
Is not simply just surviving

Sleep in till noon
Then sleep some more
The hibernating bear
Of your youth dying to
Wake up

Find a band
Or many bands
Go to concerts
When Moose Blood starts playing “Gum”
Join the mosh pits
Go crowd surfing
Get a big old bruise
The day before easter
Your face a rotting apple

Don’t judge something by its appearance

assasin

single minded destroyer
set on one goal.
odious lurker
going out of control.
fiendish flayer
who cares not the price
as the ignorant take chances
with each roll of the dice.
self-important fools
taking their pleasure
at great cost to others
they have taken the measure.
flaunting their arrogance
so many will perish,
the ones who came before
they who should be cherished.
let this be a warning
in public, wear your mask
or let your conscience
take you to task.

Abuse,denial,pain
This world this place gloomy like rain
Does anyone in the world care?
There’s death and murder everywhere
These thoughts shoot through me to my head
I always lie awake in bed
Thinking of this horrid place
There’s always tears upon my face
Blood drips down from above
Our spirits hell none a dove
Suicide,homoside, racism, murder
This place it burns who is our herder?
Who’ll take charge?
Who’ll change this place?
To put a small lie on our face
We’ll need a savior to forgive

Lightning is lavender.
The soft kind purple
of bathtime; and blankets.

It belies the coming roar,
the wave,
which rolls us around in the crest
and retreats,
as we clutch our breath and ears
and wonder, should we do this?

Setting off,
the ocean floating above our heads
dis-integrates,
the whole thrown down in uncountable miniatures;
descending miles in precise lines
to hit the drumskin of the car, your parka,
my bald head,
to play a tune.

It's like a new year where I proclamate not to drink
Someone passed me by and made me think
He had said you done so well
You were clean 11 years before you fell
Told me get right up and do it again
He spoke to me with encouragement like a real true friend
It meant a lot to me
Helped me stop realize, wake up open my eyes and see
Sometimes all it takes is encouragement and it's like a pat on the back
Stop drinking, stay away from the dope sac
Words of encouragement get back on the right track

The mind of time for fresh air to breath, in the night of silence the mind of violence, for peace to live inside to decide life with pride life is a ride on a journey to the center of the earth for what life is worth the battle scares from the stars in the skies of pain when one cries For a moment of clarity the ability of agility to move in silence as the air of providence to commence a life under the fence, only to climb to the top of the world to sit outer space, a rat race to look down at, a world of destiny for the quest to be the best at humanity, for the sanity of the lost to be foun