waiting for the war to end
looking for friends
and only finding
the trace elements
of fictional open ends
searching for a source of meaning
while trying to mainline  the belief
that better days are going to come
at home, or that which once was
lays memories of shadows
counting cold days until
there self righteous suicide
and who am i?
echoing in my head
with the energy of [...]

we find our selves in molten magma
our souls scorched
and our ears ringing in strange laughter
its the passion we are all after
to posses something greater than our means
that means more than our being
believing we are able of achieving
divine insight
truths in a world littered in fiction
words that starve cold
alone on midnights streets
smoking cigarets
shivering like silver
with a head [...]

 
I am sitting here waiting for the revalution
as a spectator
conforming to an island
comuting threw the comuncation
and missing all the turns
i see small dots of light
pass by, flickering bulbs
blurring and dimming
we are all lost
on the highway
hitching rides
going in any direction
the wind permits
with pursed lips
and sucatash souls
we grow
in hairline increments
in our cement shoes
we sing the blues
till it [...]