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Forever And A Day
Mason Jacobs
"Look out the Window" she said,
He replied, "Why? It is Dark and cold"
"Just look out the window, Turn your head
If you would be so bold."
So he turned and looked,
There was nothing to see
But she held him tight and watched
As the land became the sea.
"Now, my darling" so she spoke
"This is now our world."
He thought himself, "is this a joke?"
Yet believed every word.
And so into the sky they sailed
From their brand new Bay,
And knew their hearts would never pale,
Forever And A Day.
Mason Jacobs
"Look out the Window" she said,
He replied, "Why? It is Dark and cold"
"Just look out the window, Turn your head
If you would be so bold."
So he turned and looked,
There was nothing to see
But she held him tight and watched
As the land became the sea.
"Now, my darling" so she spoke
"This is now our world."
He thought himself, "is this a joke?"
Yet believed every word.
And so into the sky they sailed
From their brand new Bay,
And knew their hearts would never pale,
Forever And A Day.
Literature
Death?
In the end I will not run
I will embrace it with open arms
For that is all you can do
Sure some may be sad
But you must always think about yourself first
Otherwise you will become corrupted
Lost
Your end will come quicker and no one would notice
So In the end I will not run
I will embrace it for that is all I can do
Literature
Heaven for me...
Is it enough?
Is all I may have and be
enough
to be worth my weight
in this?
If all I wish is to conjure
worlds within worlds, of likes
yet unseen, standing only
for the meaning I have given
entirely,
could this be deemed
a life
that cannot be measured
and a place in which to be?
I wish to cover everything,
cover all that I see
with breathable-surround
forcefields, so I may paint-coat colours
as I wish for them to seem.
Bland-pastel turned crimson
cobalt-enhanced cerulean hues
unreal, unseen,
as yet unused...
painting extravagant beards
on supposed-babe faces,
straw-hats on helmets
and hover-car racers,
tap-da
Literature
Dead
Torn and chaffed down
to a selfless mass of flesh and empty neurons
I am dead
again
I am reset, restarted, but not renewed
empty
a blank sheet
with no one but an infant
to scribble the basic coding and awareness mechanisms
There is no second birth or reincarnation
the gods either lie or do not know
I am here
staring and stroking keys
with a ghastly automation
and an inner drive to explain:
self self self self self self self self self self self self self
When there is no knowledge of its meaning.
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