He stood on the hill with his cap turned backwards,
And it made no logic at all
Since the sun was hitting his eyes, but he didn't seem to care
For the orange line, over his face

And yet, when I approached closer
He seemed further away, and the galaxy was spreading across his face
It looked like a magnificent burn
Which he got
From dreaming
Too much

The sun turned black and the boy was no more.
Now, the only thing I could see in front of me was a shade...
Not like I could describe it, since it was a shade of fear seen from my eyes.
I wasn't looking with my eyes, yet with my soul alone.

A discovery far more greater than what I've known my whole life.

So I, naturally, search for Hope and Dreams
My Ideals, too
Yet
I only found Illusions
Lying broken on the crimson floor
As the Life and Thought beat it up

But then a darkness far greater than all of the others came.
Really, it can't be seen with your eyes, so you need to look with your soul.
Blacker than the venta black.
Just a deathly black.

It was Him, for sure. Not Him as the God, but the one who takes your hand at the end of your suffering.
And so, Illusion's hand was taken
While Life and Thoughts spit on the ground and disappeared,

Death embraced me and him.

It was far more comfortable than I'd thought it would be;
An indisputable peace found only within your heart.
It's an irony, but it shine so bright
With it's darkness
That we both knew we were finally safe.

And the boy?
Oh, well he sat on the ground.
Took a sip of time
Like he always does, from time to time.

He looked at me, absorbing
All of my questions
Changing his form to however I
Had imagined him at that moment

And just when I thought I had caught up with him, he'd transform yet again.

Then it hit me.
He was Illusions himself;
And just when I wanted to
Embrace him and make him confirm,

Just like Hopes, Dreams, and
All of my Ideals...

He broke at that moment.

And all I'm left with
Is this blinding darkness
Sparkling with it's sweet venom;

I realise life is more and less that I had ever guessed.

Illusions are not to be trusted.

Because Illusions always break.

What if you loved someone who was
Across oceans and seas
As far away as far can be.

Would you still be able to write them prose?
If you can’t touch their fingers or toes or nose?

If you had to describe yourself
To someone you’ve never met,
And may very well never meet,
Could you be honest about what you see?

Would you give an accurate description
Or end up writing a piece of fiction?

Would you send the photo of you dressed to your best?
Or the one after you’ve finished a difficult test?

Would you feel obligated to impress
Or figure that your worst is probably also your best.

Could you be honest with who you are?
Because they live so very very far?

Through the walls, in the streets.
Contrasting forces in anger will meet.
Differing ideals will turn into action,
Only one will remain as a faction.

To the forgotten poems!
Dead for all not to see,
Unless your heart's romantic,
In which case they are free,

Roam my mind you unchained moments!
And flee my capture you Germans from Romans!

To the hunt! The contest! The chase we all endure!
For every one I’m able to express, may one hundred elude me!

In the middle of the night Mary called me
She told me something scary
She told me children were crying on the telly
I switched the ***** on and saw them happy as they can be
I asked what was happening and why
She told me when the President says good bye
To the military literally
This I didn’t believe really
I told her if I feel teased
Then you aren’t one of the saints Mary
And Jesus is a member of Judas Priest
She told me to be wary of my tongue
And dismissed my humour as rogue
I told her with her predictions you’re gonna land on the cover of Vogue
Making yourself obsure and vague in your rage
This isn’t the age
Takes a real calling
Shines like the crystal chandelier on the ceiling
You might think you’re healing
But to me you’re just appealing
What about the programmes that are getting repealed
I gonna get your glass onion peeled
And your dreams sealed in
To keep the world screaming from sin
But you should have reserved the musical act
For a redact of your Biblical tact
The Rolling Stones have lost their sheen
And Pop made Lennon pretty mean
You’re old and ironically it’ll take you time to understand what you’ve seen
And how the relationship between God and Jesus had been
Because the humans suffer war
From religion and logic kept afar
Time has found a way heal
But you have help find a way to stop the rogue wheel
Of cruelty and vain realty
To save us from the Bible’s promise of eternity
Because you and me believe in reality
What will happen will happen
As ties deepen
As the tears keep seeping
Through the walls keeping us interminably apart
So please let the dying ideals peacefully depart
And keep away the evil respite
And help us unite

A nation great and strong we stood
The symbol of a dream
A city on a shining hill
A torch, a glowing beam

A statue tall and proud we built
Of copper and of gold
Its feet of clay away were cut
It crumbled into mold

Corrupted now our leaders are
And sunken into greed
An illness growing in our land
A toxic spreading ****

Now all the people stand in awe
From sea to shining sea
Fearfully they all behold
The tears of Liberty

Thoughts, ideals, body thrills
ruled by something.
Blindly or do you know?
I wish I could tell you
but it's too mean.

Goes to show
you didn't learn to look the future in the eyes.
Instead, you walked right past the mirror.