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Goodbye my new friend,
I shall start to find hidden art
Of what could have been.

Goodbye my old grin,
I shall honor you when I smile new,
And finally begin again.

"No I won't go back,"
whispers the shattered man
"No I won't change a thing."

Letters pour out endlessly
to form his drowning sea,
"No I won't go back."

"The stars may die or realign,
the rivers to red wine, but,
No I won't change a thing."

Nothing but voices left to send,
to his only silent friend,
"No I won't go back."

"Yes, I could have been king,
But what a silly dream,
No I won't change a thing."

"Don't look behind the curtains,
This was meant for certain,
No I won't go back,
No I won't change a thing."

It's been quite awhile,
sitting in this room of castles,
building with these broken letters,
and fallen numbers.
Oh, how it's been,
a lifetime with my imaginary friends.


A little longer then,
to sit in this room of walls,
listening to these broken voices,
And shattered echos.
Oh, it's been so long,
searching for my first real friend.


Open the door a little wider then,
No! Rip the wall from its hinges,
Invite in all those broken souls,
and adrift kin.
Oh, maybe finally,
you will come on in.

One day it's a phone call,
That tells you just what I need to know,
Out of the blue,
We share a laugh,
And return to the days of school.

Can luck have it?
Did we finally reach the stage,
where it's okay,
for me to finally say
everything I always meant to say?

The next day it's a wave,
And a glint in your eye as we pass by,
Luck of two,
A moment for a fool,
Perhaps one day I'll be with you.

But will it be today?
That I can finally find the words,
And a way,
to say what
I dreamed of since May?

And as I fall asleep tonight,
With a hint of smile,
I'll think of all the different ways,
Tomorrow, I'll say,
It will be my day.

Excuse me for a moment,
I believe there were some words,
that I wanted to say.

Just give me a moment,
but tell me, it's been so long,
how are you on this day?

I'll remember in a moment,
but I'm glad to hear you,
and know that you're okay.

One more moment,
please don't let me keep you
from going on your way.

How short is a moment?
It's all we every have anymore,
not so much as a "Hey."

A small, moment,
what has happened,
to those long May days?

Freeze this moment,
but the bell will ring,
and I've said all I could say.

Another moment,
such a tiny hope,
I'll tell you the next day.

I can see it easily,
In every mirror is a picture,
In every picture is a mirror,
Of everything I used to be,
The you in me.

I can do it simply,
Swimming endlessly,
Running tirelessly
It's all everything,
That I'm trying to be.

I can hear it steadily,
The sun laughing gracefully,
The winds singing majestically,
It's all everything,
That I'm trying to be.

I can say it unconsciously,
Everything I'm trying to be,
Staring at the mirror,
I wish to be able to see the you in me.

And so it comes down to this,
With a leaf of a tarnished book,
I’ll try to write you a stupid love song,
In hopes of a single kiss.

But the clogs of my mind are frozen,
The gears of this machine aren’t turning,
Quick! Doctor, save this song
From crashing and burning. 

Ah, but it’s too late,
This fire is burning out,
The clock has struck twelve,
Looks like this isn’t our fate. 

Maybe we'll try another time,
If you can't seem to find someone else,
If you value all these moments as much as I,
Maybe we'll try another life.

It always slips my mind
How on earth can I find,
A way to remember these things,
Falling through my fingers
Try to catch, but nothing lingers.

It always happens this way,
Every single hour of every single day.
The thought comes and goes,
Unpredictable as the wind blows,
Even the seasons come to a close.

That damned wall that springs up out of the ground,
Without noise, without a single sound,
Roll that cancer between lips,
Trying to find inspiration in between sips,
This is another dumb poem that ends with an ellipse…

The thoughts of time travel, or well, of restarting a day, a month, a year, frequent my mind. And most of the time I tell myself that, No, I will not change anything. But, given the chance, I'm not so sure that's really what I would do.

It all depends, of course. Do I get the ability to go back? As in, if I go back and redo something to find it to my displeasure, could I return to the present? Or is it irreversible? I mean, if I could, in essence I could create my own Groundhog Day. And I would love to do that. So many uncertainties could be cleared up.

But if I can't. If it is irreversible. Then, perhaps I wouldn't want to do that. As much as I wish to go back and change the past, I've seen too many movies, read too many books, that deal with this subject. So I know the repercussions.

Either way, in the end, even if I go back to change just one day, I would most likely regret taking option B.

Ladies and Gentlemen:
May I have your attention please?
It has come to mine,
That our holy divine,
Began the slow decline, to become another bloody swine. 

I stand before you and ask,
What has happened to
Promises of heaven and life evermore,
Feats of technology never done before,
This Messiah to end all wars, spoken about in old folklore? 

Ladies and Gentlemen:
It’s but a simple request,
Open your ears, hear the screams,
Listen to the shattering of dreams,
Trust me this request is of no extreme, just a simple thing:

Kill the King!

 

Don't look at me with those eyes,
Sympathetic, some may say,
But I know who you are.

My knuckles crack and bleed,
This body grays, decays,
Dear Dorian Gray, you are.
Not one scratch, after all this day.

I wish I could laugh,
Again! my friend,
How cruel, you are.
You never say no.

Put up your fists!
We both know,
This won't last long,
just one song.

Ignore it. Ignore it!
It's just an eye.
Worthless one of two.
My, look at my blood, ooze.

Continue, continue.
We shall go on.
Another round.
Till I hit, the ground.

Maybe, maybe, maybe,
I've gone through hell,
Just for you.

Maybe, maybe, maybe
I've given it all,
Just to see you.

Maybe, maybe, maybe,
Lucifer laughed,
And I forgot all about,
You.

The Ghosts in my mind are real,
Follow me round and round and round,
It won't even matter.

Yes, sir, show me those pictures, tell me those stories,
No, sir, I won't be scared.
And even if I was, I would have my stuffed bear.

Time is nothing,
I have all the time in the world,
Time, time, time, time,
This summer of youth will never end.

Ghosts are real,
Now is forever.
And I will never die.

From day one they told me the fable.
By knife, by bullet, by pills, or old age,
We all will go, they will say.
But I do not believe.

Nothing is as it seems,
It’s all a fragment of someone else’s dreams.
A fabrication imbedded into our brains,
From the start we are hollow.

Fire at will, bleed me out, rip my seams,
Not even the pain is real,
Close, burn, those manufactured eyes
It’s all a lie. 

They will say that I am blind
But I will see with my mind.
To discover the truth of immortality.

A cold calming winter breeze,
reaches out for me,
but it's only in my dreams.

They're whispering for me,
telling me to leave,
can't you hear them sing?

Day in, day out, it's all a farce,
the director says "Cut!"
And we all fall in line.

It's about time to cut the strings,
learn to live without your master,
It's time to see what tomorrow brings.

Like a siren scream in the middle of the night,
The doors open in front of me,
A traveling cloak at my side,
What can I put on this blank slate?

I always said that I would, that I could,
as the whispers turn to shouts,
it's about time I burned that wood.

There once was a flame that thought it could burn brighter than the stars.
Every night it would try to spread light further than Mars.
To reach that little blue planet,
It would try, try
And try so hard.

There once was a flame that got lost in vanity,
Convinced it was God,
It began to push away all its family.
It would not listen when they said it lost its sanity.

There once was a flame that angered the stars.
It tried to be bigger than they are.
Disrespectful, it was shot down.
Now it can't burn brighter than Mars.

There once was a flame that tried too hard.
Like poor Icarus reaching for the stars,
It too fell hard.

It's said,
Think twice,
Before you venture out to the unknown,
Least you find something that should never be shown.

But please,
Don't blame me,
That tempting red box had an aura,
I just had to open it, even if it was Pandora's.

Should’ve took that path today,
As we were walking down that road,
Just an hour away.
Guess I won’t find out what’s over that way,
That made her never look back. 

Could’ve been out there,
The festival so inviting,
Out in the open air,
With friends laughing without a care,
Creating moments I’ll never share.

Would’ve loved to hear that story of yours,
The one I’ll never get to hear.
Don’t need the hooks and lures,
Just the raw story without the blurs,
Such a shame that we’ve gone our separate ways.

Watch me wave as they all pass by
With a melancholy face I wear so well,
From the boredom and apathy of this town,
Life goes on, I tell myself.

But I can’t sleep,
But I can’t think,
But I can’t dream,
All these ghosts are chasing after me.

I could’ve,
I would’ve,
I should’ve.

Yesterday I saw you looking a bit blue,
The smile on your face was good enough to fool,
Yet I can see through.

But without the right words to say,
I can only hope that,
A few simple lines,
And cheap rubber balloons,
Can brighten your day. 

So let that smile come through,
Even if for a second or two.
You look so beautiful when it’s true.

And on that day,
the heavens will scream its loudest song,
to wake Him up.

"What you have to consider," he says to me,
"is the possibility that God doesn't like you."

He smiles to me. "Could be, God hates us.
Could be, God doesn't even care about us."

He laughs and reassures me,
"This is not the worst thing that can happen."

And on that day,
He will reach down his unmerciful hand,
and wake us up.

"If you could either be God's worst enemy or nothing, which would you choose?"
He asks me, with a joker in his eyes.

He commands like a teacher to a student,
"Destroy the Sistine chapel, desecrate the Mona Lisa, burn down Eden,"
One by one, counting on his fingers,
down a check list.

And on that day,
He will stand amongst us in glory,
and turn to me.

With the Cheshire's smile,
"But eat the apples."

And on that day,
He will ask me who remains loyal,
and I will reply,
"Only me."

"Are you even listening to me?"
He snaps his filthy, heretic fingers,
"This is the greatest moment of your life,
And you're passing it up!"

And on that day,
I will deliver my revenge on them,
And He will stand behind me.

"We are not unique and beautiful snowflakes,"
He mutters, that detestable voice losing its laugh,
"And today, we are letting everyone know."

And on that day,
I would need not to be forgiven.