Chapel-Horde

In some other time, in some other place, in the vast reaches in the darkest space, We've given it one more chance, another shot, at undying romance. At the melding of souls, to coalesce like the elements, binary stars around black holes, Hot love that burns as coals, along the night sky.

Riding on the precipice of a collapsing wave-function. In between initial frames of reference, relative to the world at stand still. Becoming all possible states until no more are left to assume. Invincible, irreplicable, pushing off the earth as the earth pushes back. Neither either but both. Micro macro, negative positive, repel attract. Riding on the precipice of a collapsing wave-function.

I've been pushed from behind, I don't know by who. When I look I hope to find, It was me and not you. Because when push turns to shove, I'll shove harder than you do. When you pull hatred out of love, Not much else is true. Why am I being pushed anyways? As I got close, You should have warned me to stay away. Now I'm upset as I contest why I feel this way: You were my savior just yesterday. As I trip on my feet, I don't know what to think. Where's your helping hand? In black sand I've begun to sink. You have a mighty smile, Will you be here for awhile? Gotta say I think not, You look like you're lost.

Here And Now Here we are, in the here and now, nowhere else we'd rather be. Of all of time and space, this is when I want to be. We fly, the universe and I, together in this place. We'll lose each other soon enough, though we're in no grand haste. Death is the final moment, the clarifying breath, every moment is that moment, only death has yet to join us. Breath in the air, death will soon be here, and now is all we have, for all we really care.

There is a world in which no one can say but one word. Any word. Their word. After that, they die. There is no warfare, no poverty, no suffering. Men are unable to explain away the cruelty of their actions, and so man toils under the weight of his actions. No lies spread by way of eager lips. In this world, there is a man and a woman sitting together in a bar, having a comfortable silence between them. He leans against the bar, an eyebrow quirked at her. She inspects him with pursed lips, taking him in without interruption. He is a tall man and a big guy. His hair is thick and invasive, and dyed green. She takes more time than he'd like her

"What if I did do those big and important things?" I thought to myself aloud. "What if I stop being afraid of living?" I swore then I'd instigate change in the universe. On a tiny blue rock in nothing, I could change the world. But when I was done, everything was in flames. I frowned and thought long and hard about it, sighing as the flames took all breaths away. "I destroyed everything. I wanted to do good, not bad. I'm not a bad person." Alas, I stopped being selfish. In that moment I gave up the chains of consciousness and let go of morality, the world, myself. "This is the Universe. Flames have eaten my blue rock, and now they dance

Wake up early morning, it's time to be on my feet. No time to eat something, I've got a place to be. The sun beats on my head, I'm burnt like the sand. The past whirls in my mind, I can hardly stand. Time like water flows on by, currents in the sun. Frozen feelings begin to melt, oh look how they run. I don't feel the light burn, the peeling of my skin. I only feel that urge to stop the loneliness within. I could just scream! Unleash what's inside of me. That is I would do that, if I wasn't so empty. I can just shout! Let my heart sing. That is I would do this, if the words weren't so heavy. Vapid vixens vex me, fleeting like the wind. The

The Maw An endless river barren black with souls, the living wailing as they wait for Hope. In all their minds they hear the chewing, the bones crunching and the blood spewing. Filled with dread they flail about, they don't want to die, when will Hope pull them out? Oh what a sight to see the hopeless hell of humanity, The moaning corpses shoveled into the Maw, Freedom to live forbade by law, The fear of timeless prison, bodies mulched by society's jaw, consumed by social religion. The young, the pure, the innocent. They're stricken dumb, blind, and tainted. Their youth is eaten by spirits malevolent. They become old men with the same crue

Set up: A man ought to have his own private room, i.e. a study. A place where can go to work and be left alone for however long he needs it. Even his loved ones are proscribed* from entry. But an artist seeks to express the life expressed within, and how can you refuse your lover from the one place you pay her highest tribute? And so she enters... Her presence was first an annoyance. I'm not annoyed with her, per se, but with a foreign presence in my most private of areas. In this small room, cramped with books and papers and drawings and music, lay the spirit of I. The mind's soul, which doesn't seek to know all things, but to experience a

If you could not love intelligence more than I, then I could not love you at all. Cold hard logic is the way to my heart, when a knife will not suffice. You want emotions; I want thought. And so I think you will not feel too good, when I feel nothing and you can't think of why.