Some nights I just want to stop breathing For a little while, And forget everything: The heartbreak violence, oppression, Misguided intolerance. 25 years young Still writing love songs But they fall on deaf ears. Is anyone even listening? It seems I've been walking Down this path of tears For eternity. No one can find me, Hiding in my insecurities, Gasping from asphyxiation. Here, there is no oxygen; Just the scent Of death's temptation.
I have had this recurring dream
It has plagued me since fourteen.
In it, all I hear are my mother’s screams
Some things are better left unseen.
She’s begging me to look away
Trying to keep me innocent
Just for one more day,
But I can smell the scent
Of smoke, blood and gasoline
I feel like I’m in a movie scene.
I keep staring straight at the rubble
Of the building facing our own,
Hoping we’re safe in our little bubble,
Praying the jets will leave us alone.
The dream doesn’t really have an ending:
just an image of my inner child fading.
Lately, I’ve been having a different dream
Where I’m staring into a machine
at little blue thumb-ups on a screen.
There’s a video of a politician
Saying exactly what he means
The world is green, the air is clean.
He preaches love, kindness and serenity
And all of Earth’s beings enjoy prosperity.
I wake up from my hallucinations
To missiles, gun fights, executions
Humans will want what they do not need
They are but victims of their own greed.
Now that I am finally awake,
I understand what is at stake
The blue fingers point to a virtual sky
I wave to the little girl in my dream: goodbye.
Their small legs twirl rapidly,
Muscles pushing their two-wheeled vehicles
Speeding with vitality and joy
The road is boundless
Possibilities are endless.
On the opposite side of the Earth,
another street is being destroyed.
There are no side-walks here,
Only land mines to avoid;
And the relentless screams of fighter jets
Pollute the atmosphere.
Fear is a pervading smell
A perpetual instinct:
Fight or perish.
In a parallel moment,
the tiny bikers
Make a wish
Blow a dandelion.
The seeds disperse,
The two young spirits
Cuddle up into their warm beds
And kiss their loving parents good night.
In War World, a lone child grasps
His mother’s lifeless hand.
Tears stream onto her body:
He just lost the last possibility.
I still remember
The first time I saw his soul.
The moon reflected
The Sun’s embers.
Full, bright, gleaming.
Yet his tears were streaming
His heart was a black hole.
I tried to point out the stars
Their infinite beauty
But his eyes were blind
Gazing into the abyss.
They finally found me
His planet met mine
We collided in the darkness.
“I miss him so much.”
His cry created earthquakes
Which shattered my surface.
Our cores touched
Death is a mistake
Barely cured by my kiss.
But at that moment,
I was certain
That our attraction
Was stronger than gravity:
For his love was finally free.