As For Quasimodo There is a landscape of trees and woods Open windswept glades of dry grass stalk Decay slowly in the winter mud When I walk through, a being of mood Who is as such within a storm The gales and winds do beat upon Is passing in the growth of the earth One harvest to another rot And the sun cloaked beneath the clouds thin veil of day before eternal night I wish I was I wish I had Until I see the vapours of my #life Lift from the stillness what I long to be Desire is rogue run from happiness And unclear is what it wants But trickle to some newfound love Some darling hope I crave to have Dispossess me of this plague of mind All winds are blowing, the time does pass And see the wanton strife with pain The bleeding hearts hurt centrally I walk on through, my fleeting day Is to commit some positive act For nothing is hard, though will be blurred Must choose to do what will be done And not go back since therein lye What I cannot change for all eternity To live with or to die is the same

Without The Father Alone I am with myself in a bubble, secure from all hurt and trouble Secure in the knowledge of my isolation Floating through the voids of space, in suspended animation Fly frozen through space between worlds Like a virus not yet found it's host In nothing I fly free as a bird But no wings, no #life, no god I boast No god, I have forgotten But no #life to render me rotten Here in the vast empty space, I forever be Hanging suspended in half-#life, a viral diety Of concrete, protein coat and RNA But today , and all days which follow, I float through my godless, universal sorrow

The Passing Of Emotion I had a vision about you, I don't know why A vision of a tree suspended high in the sky I thought it was over, that I could let it be But then I saw the Guillemots fly over the sea As the rain on the misty mountain falls And the wind blows through the field I know now I may never forget you And my love, it will never yield Running down through river reeds Wandering to river bed And into water, how it bleeds Turning it to river red Finger resting on the trigger It wants to end it now But blind belief grows bigger And to shoot, I don't know how Even now my memory's fading And my heart no longer aches It feels no love nor pain And it no longer burns nor breaks A final gasp of breath More of a whimper than a roar As I struggle to write these words I know The end will end the beginning as before Those guillemots will never return Never come back across the sea Time and love are illusions Even my dream is only a memory

Twenty It's 2013. The world should be over. Kinda wish it was.

Removed He cannot sing Howl like a Wolf in the night when the#moonis full and write then engulfed by the noonist fall People like us worry too much About when the problems finish Didn't do those Excel sheets Or make contact with anybody in the world Made no progress and went to no College Masturbation is no longer an option My feelings are like Cosmic and timeless because I don't understand it even though I had three days to work it out I only didn't because I fellover Now none of us are awake Even though they think I am I am being withered away From my own work, Alienated Then surrogated for to be something Productive Be someone who is important Even though in my own mind That idea is undermined time and time Defined through that which is written In the great books of my making Not breaking, already switched off Automation, completed separation despite Aggregation I feel asleep inside And my brain don't remember shit Because I didn't write any of it