The Poet's Mind Field

I love you forever, And another day, I love you more, Then life itself, Today was a fairy tale, You and I engaged in a kiss, I in a black t-shirt, You standing there, Looking kind of afraid. I am in love with a dream, A memory, A place in history, I drank a little too much, To feel you, To see you, My beautiful one, Pull you closer, A tattoo on your shoulder, My name in a heart, Thinking in a bottle, Of misery, And hate, As long as you love me, I will always love you!

Counting the number of tiles in the bathroom, up and down the world, fourteen steps at a time, one by one, trying to keep a deal with God. Madness in a closet, whispers against the howling of the winds, a nightmare in technocolor, a flashing of a movie, tearing me apart, ripping my soul from the grime reality. The idiots are walking around, like zombies on crack, yelling out, screaming out, I hide away from the madness, the voices inside my head, making me want to scream out, to poke out my mind. Races on the ice field, come on, run with me, to fear not the trial but the outcome, the greatest murder is the murder of the soul, to murder oneself, by the hammers of their own words, against the steel, against the blade of self-doubt. Making a deal, with Hell, running up that hill, bottom near the top, flipped, someone threw me a shovel and told me to start digging when I thought I had hit bottom. Nowhere near bottom, been there before, running down the wrong side, laughing a

No one sleeps, Under broken, Hollow skies. Lights are buried under, The rushing water, The city falls into angry hat, Senile old men dreaming of younger days, Worshippers, shoppers, bowing, paying, at the altars that they made. Crowds staggering, Drunk from cheap booze, High from spiraling smoke, Dizzy from the dance, Into that ugly grave, A midnight dancer, Dancing across the sky, High, High, Flying through that midnight hour, A seamless wonder, A simple flyer, Higher, Higher, Whirling into cosmic rays, To live, To die, Underneath the midnight moon. She dances, In silence, Brillance, To hear the music playing, Inside her head, Moving in rhythm of that sweet song, Alone inside her head, Not seeing that roof top, But somewhere else.

You are the dream I've seen before, Drifting up above me, A look, A heart beat, Beat fast, How to be brave, How to love, Since I've fell, To flutter my wings, Into the strong winds, One step, Forward, Towards you, Darling, I have loved you, Till the end of time, And will love you forever more. You are my soul, Standing in front of me, A thousand hours, Flowing, A thousand kisses, Flowing from, My lips, To yours. Drawn along, I shall find you, I shall love you, Forever, And ever, To dream, To feel you, To hear those words, From your lips, A thousand times more.

- THE FIRST BOOK OF THE ATOM BOMB -  CHAPTER ONE WE ARE SAVED IN THE BURST OF THE SPLITTING OF THE ATOM A ND ALL GOD'S CREATURES CAME TO WORSHIP AT THE GREAT IDOL THAT WAS LEFT BY THE OLD ONES, TO SAY ONTO IT, ALL PRAISE BE TO THE BOMB, ALL PRAISE TO THE ATOM, IN ITS WISDOM, WE WERE GIVING PEACE, WHEN THERE WAS ONLY WAR, GIVING HOPE, WHEN THERE WAS ONLY DREAD, THANK YOU O BLESSED ATOM BOMB, LET US PRAY, TO ITS DIVINE LOVE, ITS WARMTH, TO STRIKE DOWN THOSE ENEMIES OF US, LEAVING ONLY FRIENDS. THE BOMB DOES NOT DISCRIMINATE, NOR CHOOSE SIDES, IT IS THAT PERFECT GOD, A PERFECT BEING, A WARMTH OF TEN MILLION SUNS EXPLODING AS ONE, TO DRIVE AWAY IMPERFECTIONS FROM THE WORLD FROM WHICH IT IS DROPPED, IT IS THE ALPHA, AND IT IS THE OMEGA, A PERFECT GOD, IN AN IMPERFECT WORLD. THE ATOM BOMB JUDGES NOT, IT REVEALS THE TRUTH OF ALL BEHIND THEIR MASKS THEY WEAR, NO TRUTH CAN BE HIDDEN, NO LIES BE TOLD, IN THE LIGHT OF THE GREAT BOMB, ALL HAIL THE ATOM BOMB, MAY I

There in the moonlight, Stood the fortune, Of a downed man. There in the silence, Sat the voice of reason, Seen the words, Falling from the seasons, A thousand screams. Madness, Feels like, My soul has turned, Into steel. There's no room, At the inn, For you, Or for me. It's getting later, Twenty five, And lining the grave, With a funeral procession, Sick minds, Think alike. A letter written, Forty two, Or nine, I don't see why, I should even care, It's getting dark, Maybe time, To close my eyes. No dreams, No memories, That disease, I've been on the bottom, Been on the top, Been a pauper Been a king, Sometimes, I feel the burden, Pushing me down, Getting there. Silence in the daylight, Nothing left to talk about, Just sitting here, Wishing I was there. I was born here, And I'll probably die here, Don't look like I'm moving, And I probably not, Silence in the Daylight. Whispers in the wind, Goodbye...