It begins as a journey

Through uncharted lands

With a high feeling of pride

But a fragile will

What is to live

When roses are black

And devastation blooms rather

Than sweet compassion

Fancy words to hide

Truth longer known

Since the beginning? of time

Maybe humanity counts it

Only to create order

To be against nature

To live life–foolish

So it seems

It (What?) is false

Ask the question

No appreciation

Peche–French for sin

And evil always streak the sky

Eaten up inside

With desires and false love

Broken relations

Only hear what is wanted

Striving to be different

Oh, so special indeed

Stop pretending

Make dreams come true

What dreams?

Be yourself

The most difficult thing to be

Love yourself first

Don’t be selfish

Confusion and corruption

Within a broken globe

That fails to understand itself

War is unnecessary

Use force–no compromise

Democracy

No voices are heard

Death

The ultimate fear

The ultimate blessing

Opposites collide–oneness

And finally

Peace, prosperity, perfection

A grand fantasy

Man is the personification

Of his own downfall.

–written in 1998 or 99 when my style was very fluid and stream-of-consciousness

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