Theres folly in her stridethats the rumorjustified by liesIve seen her up closebeneath the sheetsand sometime during the summershe was mine for a few sweet months in the falland parts of December To get to the heart of this unsolvable equation one must first become familiar with the physical emotional and immaterial makeup as to what constitutes both war and peace. I found her looking through a windowthe same window Id been looking throughShe smiled and her eyes never falteredthis folly was a crime The very essence of war is destructive though throughout the years utilized as a means of creating peace such an equation might seem paradoxical to the untrained eye. Some might say using evil to defeat evil is counterproductive and gives more meaning to the word futile. Others like Edmund Burke would argue that the only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men and women to do nothing. She had an identity I could identify withsomething my fingertips could caress in the night There is such a limitless landscape within the mind no two minds are alike. And this is why as a race we will forever be at war with each other.What constitutes peace is in the mind of the beholder. Have you heard the argumentThis displacement of men and womenand women and menthe minds we all havethe beliefs we all shareSlipping inside of usthoughts and religions and bodiesall bare Without darkness there can be no lighthe once said. To demonstrate this theory during one of his seminars he held a piece of white chalk and drew a line down the center of a blackboard. Explaining that without the blackness of the board the white line would be invisible. When she leftshe kissed with eyes openI knew this because Id done the sameSometimes we saw eye to eye like thatVery brieflyshe considered an apotheosisa synthesisa rendering of her follyinto solidarity To believe that a world-wide lay down of arms is possible however is the delusion of the pacifist the dream of the optimist and the joke of the realist. Diplomacy only goes so far and in spite of our efforts to fight with words- there are times when drawing swords of a very different nature are surely called for. Experiencing the subsequent sunriseinhaling and drinkingbreaking mirrors and regurgitatingjust to start againall in allI was just another gash in the bark Plato once saidOnly the dead have seen the end of war. Perhaps the death of us all is called for in this time of emotional desperation. War is a product of the mind only with the death of such will come the end of the bloodshed. Though this may be a fairly realistic view of such an issue perhaps there is an optimistic outlook on the horizon. Not every sword is double edged but every coin is double sided. Leaving town and throwing shit out the windowdrinking boroughs and borrowing spare changeI glimpsed the rear view mirrorstole a glimpse reallyIve believed in looking back for a whileit helps to have one last viewa reminder in case one ever decides to rebelin the event the self regressesand makes the declaration of devastationonce more Thus if we wish to eliminate the threat of war today- complete human annihilation may be called for.

Whats the use in prolonging life if you dont do anything with it

For a long time my subconscious rested in a dark place ticking through memories like a jukebox selecting a record...

By now you must have guessed I come from another planet. But I will never say to you Take me to your leaders. Even I - unused to your ways though I am - would never make that mistake. We ourselves have such beings among us made of cogs pieces of paper small disks of shiny metal scraps of coloured cloth. I do not need to encounter more of them.Instead I will say Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts your sunsets your bad dreams your shoes your nouns. Take me to your fingers take me to your deaths.These are worth it. These are what I have come for.

I had a dream about you. You were selling nickels for seven cents apiece and I was only willing to pay six. Grandma thought I was foolish but what did I careshe was dead Its like my grandpa always used to say I want to bill Billings one penny at a time. He died with five cents to his name. I was named after himfifty years after him.

What is this slow blue dream of living and this fevered death by dreaming

With that I took a deep breath and leapt spreading my arms pretending I could fly . . .

The longer I lived the longer it would be until I saw him alive again until I could taste his new lips and run my fingers through his new hair. We could be young and beautiful again . . .

When we cant understand the science behind something in this world we make up mythological entities that we can relate to. We personify the forces of nature that mystify us using our boundless imaginations to comfort us and make us feel like we have some control over these things that are much bigger than we are.

The best way to be appreciative for your life is to live it dont die for any other reason but love. Dreams are what guide us art is what defines us math is makes it all possible and love is what lights our way.