the individual method

love
is a world greater than us
but is it ever true
every day, every night
a beautiful sunless sky
darkens the bright white sands
is a world full of whys
is it ever going to happen
a miracle from a golden cloud
ten thousand miles above
or forever, is there a forever
an ageless human heart
are we truly free from the earth
or are we stained dirt
is a world greater than the sum of its parts
is a world greater than us

is there something evil hiding within
a shared hatred towards each other
a love only spoken of
will there be an ancient tale of humanity
a once upon a time that is not reality
a happy ending, never happening
a puppet of an arrogant you
so will there ever be true salvation
and then, a realization
a question, mentioned in passing
a trespassing, mutual surpassing
a class without a teacher
and who are you, again

who are you, and who am I
a human, fellow naked aliens
a public offense, until it isn't
a brainwashed freedom, until it isn't
until us, isn't
but the world is still so savory, isn't it
a five-course meal, grounded to dust
why is trust a must, no matter how fake
an enigma of the hidden rules
a right to live, maybe
a sight to believe, unbelievable

is there something to believe in
what is right in this world so wrong
faces of lovers, hearts of killers
a kind of kindness that feels so wrong
where is the love in this world of hate
where is the us in this world of you

when we were young, we believed
in the power of us, in the power of you
a faith untested, a throne uncontested
and a bloodshed in the earthly shed
oh how wrong, how wrong we were
a belief, a trust, unwavering
as earth the lover waved her ring
a goodbye to love, a goodbye to hate
and where is our trust in this land
where is the sign, to where's us

a universe unbecoming
yet our lives have to go on
for a dream of love, hopefully
a gleam of hope, hopefully

escapism

a campus of life

a walking distance from the night

a lone room for love of the alone

a spiritual retreat

in a cyan jungle of grounded skies

a crying teacher, unfounded lies

a preacher from a beautiful land

a sea so smooth, free from sighs

do I run away from the truth

the wild dreams of holy youth

a sign of birth

a creation made of dim light

a king bed floating aimlessly

above the sun-shone seabed

where will my dreams take me

where's me

a direction or two or five

a fragment of my mind, a hive

a piece or two or five or seven

a goal of mine, an angel in heaven

an angel, inside my heart

an angel, but who am I

an inspiration, or a lie-coated dart

a revelation, or a why-bloated chart

for I'm just a high-floated smart

a foundation of lies, soaked in parts

a marinade of success and tragedy

a barricade, progress and stagnancy

where's me

now, where's me in this endless world

where's me at this point of time

where's me, with no answers

an answer, I will find, I said

a dream, I will have, I said

but the dreamer within me is dying

and I am still earthed, never flying

a spiritual retreat

in a dream of peace I've written for myself

a dream I visit over and over

over and over and never any closer

a purpose, a meaning, a passion in believing

a nervous intervening, a fashion of grieving

a gorgeous breath

the air is far too comforting

this is only another one of life's many mysteries

to live a life of fulfillment or resentment

a routine to be broken, now I see

my life moves on, and I will be free

cave of peace

in this cave of peace
time will therefore stop
and all we can do is rest
let our inner worlds rest
the blue trees and starry skies
lighting up the garden of rosy lies
and bouquets of yellow and green
serenading the heart of time
yet we are but oblivion
a road to extinction
a memory long lost, long gone
a tragedy of the present and future
begone
as the softest diamonds pour out
from the cliffs of our wake
hydrating the thirsty lives
of the city of sleep, underwater
all dried out, yet drowning in tears
crying out their past decisions
along the river of stillness
a universe masking as life
beyond the furthest planets
there can be life, there can be hope
there can be a time when we all have hope
a hope for peace, a hope for wisdom
a time for love, a time for freedom
a place for our thoughts, free from pain
and ourselves, free from pain
a sanctum, motionless
a sanctum of the forever now
where we can all be ourselves
in this cave of peace
we travel through time
a now of the past and present
a now of the past and future
a journey, neverending
a journey of the most tranquil mind
into our inner worlds
where we can all rest