The Fourth Plane

2011-01-15T00:24:00.000-08:00

Night falls like drowning fish upon the earth

Comforting and cold

I hope the moon will sail by soon

I imagine the clouds are a funny grey

They eat people who loiter to long along the roadside

Or perhaps these souls simply eat themselves

I could not tell you

It is time to let the mind rest

Let the cells rejuvenate

Let there be sleep

And there was sleep

-At Night

2011-01-15T00:18:00.000-08:00

Broken

The mirror is broken

The symmetry is broken

The lyrics have died

I grab the pieces with my bear hands

The sharp glass shards slice my fingers

They lie like ribbons on the floor

I stare at them

And laugh

And then

I just stare

At the empty void in my chest

Where my spleen should be

-Punchline

2011-01-15T00:13:00.000-08:00

You had something to say to yourself

But you had quite forgotten

And try as you might to recall your musings

Recollection refuses to occur

So here let me distract you

So I can steal another one of your thoughts

Crop circles don't make noise

But moonbeams do

-Ill

2011-01-15T00:10:00.000-08:00

Believe me when I say I believe

I believe in everything believable

I believe in belief

 I believe in disbelief

I believe in fences

I just saved your life

Your welcome

-Believe

2011-01-15T00:08:00.000-08:00

I wanted to type something strait forward,

So, hear I go, 

Something strait forward,

Thank you.

-Seen

2011-01-15T00:06:00.000-08:00

I speak no language but my own and horribly at that

But who is to blame?

Not I, not you

Perhaps Them?

How can They say so much with such wisdom

Yet refuse to show Their faces

Cowards I say

Ridiculous cowards

Bending words to Their every whim

Words that we, the people, mindlessly wait hand and foot upon

And to what end my good fellows?

To what end?

-Life On Another Plane

2011-01-14T23:59:00.000-08:00

If I could catch the falling moon

It would not be for you

If I could flit across the waves

It would not be for you

If I could cry a silver lake

It would not be for you

If I could speak in a thousand tongues

I would not speak to you

If my flowing voice could save your life

I would not sing for you

If the light of life left you cold and empty

I would not cry for you

But none of this should sadden you or me or all the world

For just as I would not aid you

 So you will never heal me

And what is to become of us

-Lost in Translation

2011-01-14T23:45:00.000-08:00

Give me plenty of pretty things

To look at while I sleep

Leave me alone in perfect darkness

Watch the eyes that do not see

Make sense of my words and hate me for them

Please just let me be

-The Closet