you soflty hum a tune to me from deep within your dreams

my name is love

you cannot escape your basement so you just sit there cowering in the darkness whispering into the shadows for someone to save you
but you don't even realize the demon that lurks in every corner waiting for the precise moment to strike
waiting for the precise moment to whisper your words right back to you
waiting for the precise moment to strike
one single tear falls onto your quivering hand and you stare at this new concept that has crept into your heart
suddenly one world fills your ever poisoned mind: love
"what is this love?" you think as you begin to rise and shake the ashes from your dusty frame
the demons grab onto you, "no no no!" they scream and hiss
love is their enemy
their nails and claws sink deep into your flesh, but you don't care, you don't care
you continue to walk ever on, down the dangerous aisles to your fate
you see the familiar faces of those who also made this death march, but you have a secret that they didn't know about and you will not let them have it
they reach their decaying arms out to you and grab onto your clothes and you just keep walking until the right door will call out your name
"but," you think, "what is my name?" Love, Love is your name
Love is my name
as soon as you reach the end you hear a faint whisper and you place your hand on the rusty knob
but this ones different, its old, its falling away, but above all, its bleeding
Love, Love, give it love, give it all you have
give it Love
Give yourself cause its all you have
you turn the handle and open the bleeding door and blood smears of your hand but it doesn't matter
in fact it is comforting. its warmth fills you with something you have never seen
something you have never even dreamt of possessing
the light increases as it escapes form under the half open door and you are suddenly afraid to continue
but what is Fear? Fear is you name. Fear and Love. is it possible, yes
anything is possible you open the door and fully immerse yourself into its light and everything fades

LOVE IS HERE

shut down at dusk

well i am bored right now
i just won a game of isketch
i might just write another stupid poem
because you probably like them better than the serious ones
i am drinking apple juice and i think i will write


but what do i write about?
should i write about death
or about a doubt?
or maybe my l;last breath

i shall write about my locker
because it is so covered
in many a shocker
that pauli has uncovered

things of whales named shamoo
and weird guys with guns
and none with glue
oh but i forgot the cow and sun

of things like ice cream jokers
and guns of gold
and all nonsmokers
but wait this is a poem

a poem of life of indignation
of black and white
of song and imagination
so it appears i have accomplished