I want to be electronic; I can only be more robotic. Please try to fix my empathy; I have lost it. I am not hypnotic. I cannot make you feel this, Without giving away my secrets.
We need to join and become one mind, So you can truly feel the words that I write. I want to know what you feel inside, So I can absorb your words, I will not lie; tell me how to write.
I cannot change without your thoughts screaming at me. I need to know what you think; show me everything. Do not hold back, I need true feelings; Then maybe I can improve my understanding.
I create words for fun; I’m building string theories to pull you in And when I think I am done, I will force myself to continue writing. I take a piece of your mind and it extends my thoughts. I give away my art; you help me rearrange it all. As I grow, my books, they continue expanding And as my words evolve, I am becoming more demanding. If it’s not good enough, then it is nothing. Nothing is ever good enough, but I am still going.
When I have made a change, I hope that it works, Because I need to age with age; No more wasting words.
A black hole detonates itself to stigmatize the substance. Now a silk road leads to sight and touch. A scarecrow starts screaming. Sky was falling on fire. The space becomes deviant. Chopped hands were drawing the tattoos of winged feet.
Common everyday words Meaningless words of nothing Overused shadows in a blind world We have to escape from them We have to reinvent another worldwide language Meaningless words Meaningless peoples They frightened us Because they belong to the ugliness We
THE NiGHT OF WORDS an assemblage of thought, Predicted a hint of rain the power of words,from the darkened sky, convey a message for a thought. Was it not one word that launched the words that built the world ?
I learned to hold all my feelings inside until late at night. I covered my mouth with my hands so that no one could hear my tears. I perfected my fake smile. Today, after so many days, painfully enough, but
Blood was in season, on your hands. A staged encounter mauling the clouds. Into a hare, you put the lead with a roar of gun and sun wants his share. Beneath the honours lies the guilt of a ravaged moon.