Slippery Slopes

on Thursday, March 10, 2011 at 8:48pm


The past, the present, the future, the end.

Uncertainties, uncertainties all.

Preservereance, drive, a chance to amend.

And so my thoughts begin to fall.


It burns, The darkest reaches of my mind,
Fire, terror, pain and cries,
what of your fear? I know your kind!
Your feeble tempts, your fervent lies....



silence.

It dotes upon me.


Like the caress of nothingness,
the calmness of death.


What is in a dream?
That which makes us sail for unreachable shores,

Seek that which makes us soar,

play for titanic scores....


SCORE!! Did you know it was at Hell's Gate
that the Spartans went to war?
Like heroes of legend they fought,
But they died, leaving nothing more?


What is in a dream?
Desire?
Belief?
Why fight for what cannot be seen?


The emergence of hope sings in our hearts,

carries us high and brings fresh starts,

Who are we to question the arts?

Of throwing our lives for a gamble at chance?


We can fly all we want, but it willl come to pass,
that we return to earth when we breathe our last....


What is in a dream?
what is it we seek?
nothingness sounds bleak,
what could it mean?


Scream at the walls,

Question your fate.


Gaze into death's maw;



your curousity will sate.




and when nothing answers,





ask yourself,
"Why do we chase dreams?"