So quick to judge

and faster to make up.

The pace is what is

killing all of us.

Find the purpose and

be quick to bury us.

The usefulness is

only useless now.

Forget the value

of everything you touch.

The best idea is to

just cover it all up.

The warning burns

through the facade.

But no matter now

ignorance is bliss.

Falling into comatose

no lessons learned.

Only scars left to

be healed and mended.

This proclamation

seems so profound

once read the sky

will trade space

with the solid ground.

The world seems

so corrupt and unsound

justice seems to

disappear miraculously

swept as sweat from brow.

Love is fleeting now

loss of life all around

as if constantly

our world is bleeding out

consumed by useless space.

Our shameless race

becomes saturated

with lies and illusions

scared to be vulnerable

living to die now.

But

There is always hope

within our reach

first the mute man must

speak of what the blind

man has yet to seek.

Gravity is not Needed

Could you imagine,

Making love on a cloud?

There is no up from down,

Because my love,

I can no longer tell the sky from the ground.

Making love while we fly around,

Long nights turns into beautiful days,

Our bodies tangle and raise-

But lets not get carried away.

Too much of your love,

Will make me melt away

And disappear with the suns rays.

As the sky paints away,

We are freed from aches and pains.

Gravity does not bring,

Any longer a sense of restraint,

But a break from this so called-

Human race.