an anachronism to myself

an anachronism to myself

on the brink of the impossible

growing memory

can no longer be denied

myopic rules

hidden in my heart

with the morning light

time is born

a phantom bird whispers in my ear

member of society

facing the future

separated

don't think about it

except where otherwise noted

thoughtless

this must be a movie

unthinkable

in advance

around and around

disappearing into myself

but you said

banter and babble

"...particular situation in which we find ourselves..."

"...future out of control..."

lifeless

stereotypes

don't see nothing

the sound of the inner voice

running on empty

reach out

our secret

secret song

battle scars

lamenting the inevitable

battlefield of life

the I that we were

warrior

sipping time through a straw

sacred

ain't right

interference

the journey

captured soul

vomiting up bitterness

gambling with death

anybody home

whispering

past rooted in pain

frozen in time

dressed up in self pity

lost world

everywhere there is music

lost words

delayed reaction

what's in it

in the blink of an eye

voice inside

throwing cold water

looking into the abyss

creeping from and into my soul

voice from within

listen ever so carefully to the unspeakable the unspoken the unborn

a new life

mind like a vacuum cleaner

program

cleaning up the memories

demonstrate

vanishing into oblivion

not meant to be seen

can't imagine

bitterness in your heart

embarrassment to our ancestors

hostage of memory

dark night of the soul

secret passages of your mind

free as the wind

who are we

mourning an illusion

a bit mystifying

a piece of myself

the meaning of it all

crucify itself

about to be

self taught

stop in or call

a glimpse

wrestling with memories

more information

murdered

collecting life

always looking

collage

special offer

abandoned

use at a later date

i am the future