The Poet's Mind Field

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...

Dearest love, I see thee in the rain, dancing to the sound, that song for which we loved, I dare not close my eyes for you shall disappear from my vision, that dream that I shall see. I wish you were still here, for me to touch, to feel your body close to mine. Dreamless wonders fall apart, dare not weep, for one last kiss upon thy sweet lips, the song, our song, plays on, I grasp thee in my arms and we dance to that song, a memory. I would be lying if I said I did not miss you, to hold you one more time.  I go on with my life, I shall say, but every day I miss you, more and more, that smile, delight. Where do I go from here? I cry in the middle of the night. What would I say to you if I  could be with you one more night, lying in the dark, your head on my chest, listening to me breath. I love you. I miss you.

The words, They do not matter, But the sentences, They matter. The knife, It does not matter, But the wound it causes, Does the most matter. Heaven, That place of peace, Only way there, Through death, A bitter sadness, To reach that peace, For those left behind. Standing in a rain, Sadness washed away, Through tears, Not allowed to hit the ground below. The ground opened up, And swallowed us, Whole, To sink below the waves, Our hands waving not hello, But we were drowning. I did not mean to cause you any sorrow, Didn't mean to cause you any pain, All I wanted to see is to see you laughing, There, In that rain, Alive, To hear you say my name, To feel your lips on mine, There, In that rain. I could not think a life without you, Here, In this life, Without you, There, Here, Where? I love you more each day, I love you even in the pain, Without you. Standing in the rain, Weeping, For these hours, days, Without you, Now I'm dying alone, Here, T

It felt like a bullet to the head, A pain of a memory, Deep in the heart, Raging in the brain, Better off dead, Found him face down, In his pillow, A song, Beneath the willows, Not enough whiskey To kill that pain, That memory. Who stood at the back of the room? He sat there, at the back of the bar, drinking his fifth whiskey, straight.  Lies became the truth, like those memories, slowly fading in the distance, a small trip down the road, stumbling, catching the railing, up the stairs. He fell into bed, drifted off into a weary sleep, fleeing from the nightmares of life, not wanting to wake up. Tonight, that random night, good night, he felt his hand shaking, grabbing the glass. She did so much better than him, but it still hurt, sitting there, at the bar, the place, those memories. Sleep much? The bartender slid him another drink, frowning at the mess of the man sitting there. "Hello stranger?" Hi. Bye. He stood up, stumble forward, tried