To Fly

Stars
Rain
Down

Light burning in the heart of men
Dimmed

They have deemed me
Hopeless
The scars unveil
Lies, lies

The space between us
Has engulfed the darkness and
The skies too high

To escape the cycle
Is to feel the skies

Association is poor
Excuses from the eyes
Of the man in the suit
He burned his cigarette
In my forehead

So I looked up
And stars fell














Or did I get closer?

World Crumbling

I’ve opened this door
A thousand times before
To feel the wind
Of this cold
World crumbling

The bomb falls
Into me
The pieces of me
Are on the wall

Deep in the heart of man lays a secret unknown to common mankind, yet each of our hearts projects this secret through our eyes and ears every day. As we follow this alleged secret, it interferes and begins to take control of our lives. It controls our hearts and enslaves our senses. It becomes us as we sacrifice ourselves. This secret is religion.

Religion is no more than a tool, a weapon of power. The very institutions that claim to teach us of love and kindness are the people who attempt to instill hate and fear in our minds. Who taught us to hate gays? Who taught us to laugh at misfortune? The church controls the center of our deepest focus of feeling. But how is it that the minds of so many have come to hate and have grown unable to think freely? They threaten us with “God’s punishments.”

But who is God? What is one legitimate reason to fall down on our knees and exert all our energy on an invisible magic that splits seas, light a fire without burning, turns water into wine?

There is ancient religion deeply instilled into modern Chinese culture called Taoism. Taoism states that there is an ultimate force that around the world is referred to as many deities from the Ancient Greeks’ Zeus to the modern interpretation of God and Jesus. It says that these are all synonyms for one simple thing: a force that controls all. This is accurate but not entirely true. Religion itself is only a point in space, a point in time. I would tell you religion is nothing, but “nothing” is not a word perfect enough to describe this. Religion is quite limitless, in reality. So from here on in, this is my religion.

This religion consists of the simplest form of reality. In a sense, it has zero dimensions.

I hereby state that this religion in itself is limitless. There is no time constraints, no beliefs. But I refrain from describing it as complete freedom because in its freedom is utter slavery. It is the ultimate neutral ground. It is neither positive nor negative. It is a point in space, neither in our dimension nor in any other dimension. Because it is nowhere, though, it is everywhere.

“For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.” This is the most fundamental aspect of this religion. In this world direct neutrality is impossible, so intead to create what simple neutrality is necessary for perfection we can manipulate opposites that cancel each other out. So refer to this: (1)+(-1)

Take note to the fact that this religion is not perfect. It is the indescribable in neutrality. There is no word in the English language, or any other language for that matter, that can describe this accurately. It is the definition of nothing, it is the definition of everything, but “nothing” is not perfect enough to describe it. So for now it remains nameless.

It is zero.
Life and death are not opposites.












maxwell paul fineman

Dear Stranger

Dear stranger,
I love you
Let me in your past
Let me guide you
So you can guide me
Together we can…
NO. NO. NO.
Together we can’t

I’ll never find the solitude
He told me himself

(I won’t go back)

live and hate
feel the wonder
the energy is drained

the current of gasoline
is in my dreams
is in my heart
is in me

we are the controlled ones
I’ll never be on my own

Leave

Here’s to the ones
Who still have futures
Here’s to the ones
Who still have pasts

This rigid lie
Of life and crime
Has done enough
To say goodbye

Shipwrecked hope
Abandoned ones

(This is for the hopeful)

If you find me in the cellar
Leave me
If you find me in the closet
Leave the door open
And if the water fills my lungs
Leave

Capitalize

The clouds reflect off the face of corporate America
These hard concrete walls can’t confine
“War drums don’t move my feet”

The economic downturn
Is what will save us
From this abandoned, sinking ship

Fuck constitutionality
Fuck congressional powers
The supreme court is not supreme to me

Governmental salutation is an oxy-moron
Modern life is an oxy-moron
I am the oxy-moron, I am supreme

The establishment separates natural life

I am the establishment
I am corporate America
I am the government
I am the constitution
I am dead.

Access Denied

The words on my arm
All hope and sorrow gone
As he lifts from the ground
To set fire

Paper burned
Water dry
Earth
Suffocates me

Forced
Into insanity
From behind
The match

Skies above
Shut black
For me

Swoosh

Puff. Puff.
The rainstorm’s a-coming
A cloud covered sky

The air is
Thick
The sky is
Gray
The wind

I’m blown
To the misty mountain top of the mountain peak
Where the snow can
Fall
Like
Tiny specs of
Beauty
Avalanche

Green, the
Spring smelling of
Air
Out of the lake
The trees, there is
A bird

Flies through the spring
Flies to the mountain
Flies above the clouds

Where it is
Shhhhhhhh.

And This Is Chains

The pressure closes in
He sleeps in chains on the gloom of day
The rising son brings fear
In the whites of his eyes

The walls are made of air
The entire world lat at his mercy
And this is chains

He can run free in the fields
And play with the horses
He can breathe the fresh air
And this is chains

The sun illuminates
Fresh enlightenment inside
Breathing life and in
And this is chains

She loves him
She evaporates the world around him
The clouds bow down to her
And this is chains

Nine months pass
The child is born
A beautiful child
And this is chains

Manhate.

Goodbye to a world
That has shown no mercy
I leave you with not a thread of hope

Your so very kind ways
Make me want to take off my clothes
And eat them

The love instill
In the mind of my youth
Is the very hate you fear

They have stolen away my childhood
They have stolen away my past
I’m getting out
Before they steal my future

Mankind is a figment of my own imagination
I call your people:
Manhate.

Violence is but a symbol
Of your deceits of love and lust
My uncertainty assures me of you

The brick wall you built
As humanity
Is in ruins beneath my feet
I have destroyed it.
I will destroy you.

I have become my own hate
Loving the hopelessness
Of you

So I hope you hear me scream:

I hate you.

Manhate.

Gross

Confiscate the minds
Of the youth around me

You’re a fat selfish pig

The sight of you
Makes my stomach fold

You couldn’t leave the floor if you tried

I hope the love inside you
Kills you all the same

This ink is for you
This is my dedication
This is for the ones I love:
Nobody

So sit on the couch, watch your T.V.
And when your superhero comes to save you
And when you finally can stand up
Call me