This is the moment.
There is no final countdown.
This is now the time.
Reminisce until they took over me.
Embarking on through talks, word of mouth
A Common remedy. No denying pleasures,
I’d endeavor until the death of me.
Now I have to walk, ever slower,
it’s the best for me.
Knowing what I do know now,
I see why it was so wrong for me,
So long to be, lost in dialogue
And actions wrong to be… In.
I take a minute just to relax,
Smoke a cigarette or chat,
to my psychiatrist about harming myself.
And yet …
In the back of my own head,
Images that I do dread.
Memories I can’t escape.
Always wishing I were dead.
A tainted picture yet the norm,
Of a fast approaching, devestating
life threatening storm.
And I stand there looking onward,
Paranoia now no more.
As I grasp towards the winds, a sense
of feelings I can’t ignore.
Now the time has come,
Glory overtaking form.
This is life to me.
All through death I can now be reborn.
Damaged souls take the room,
as faith escapes into the dwindling skies.
An ambience unlike any other;
darkness enveloped in fear.
No man escaped, all men ran.
No heroes, no saviours.
No where to hide,
no where to run.
When the time came, passion took over.
The undead wept at the sight of him,
Our King, Our Lord, Our Christ.
The end was near.
No more days, seconds or minutes.
Time was now finite.
And as the world froze to a halt,
a love of life was born.
*Note: Spelling is forgiven
Be one with our Sun.
Embrace nergy so that we may lead.
Show our brothers and siters, other wordly inhabitors,
that Terra Nova is truly never free
We can show, our neighboring countries our grand unity,
and enforce a world with no poverty.
Look out into the sky.
Lets show Terra Nova the way.
Lets push, lets believe in a true unity.
Lets travel, let us? Let us never let go of the sun.
Lets put down our arrows, and lead our chosen one.
Free the world’s, our worlds volume.
Lets plant up, patch up her wombs.
Lets not force her own vacuum.
Lets be pioneers, and lets travel beyond our years.
As if she knew she were not moving,
lets travel with her, without fear.
We can’t lose face of the sun,
even if we tried, for we’re not smart enough,
and if we have, I know we’ve never tried.
Imagine a world with untaxed energy,
everything would be booming, and beautiful, and free.
Of our nations, if its seven scientists say,
at least one nation can try and lead the way.
A full functional nation powered by our sun,
so that every nation can learned to be powred by one.
If not true unity and peace, or a frontier,
why are we convoluting our own fear?
A journeyman is how it all started.
What was I? Who was I? How could I?
I didn’t know, and no one taught me.
So I learned, and I became more than me.
I became a whole other identity.
Look at me, but you don’t care. So I stare, you bear thee.
The economy isn’t what I should be so focused on.
But lifting dreams, and moving beams. I’m not lost.
I’m not myself.
Marvel, and the likes of comic books have made me develop a world that,
well, I guess it’s just a book of poems now.
The greatest book of poems ever.
I didn’t mean to hurt anyone on my path.
And if I did, I’m sorry. I love North America.
I am an American of The United States of America,
but I love North America.
I love the continents, all of them truly.
But does it matter, Bran? Does one care?
I don’t know, because I am so held back. . . .
Now I’m Brandon Builder.
Loving, caring, superstitious
Soul of men intertwined.
Plural speaks and do I think?
Can you find the river bank?
If you think you can,
supposedly you guessed again.
Of course you’ll always sin.
Man has failed a million again.
Infinite to win, treachery you’ll speak.
I am just the river’s peak.
Put forward another feat.
Seven screts pass away
into another day. Glory
Overtaken by the worlds you’ll give away.
I am only trying to be
Held back until May.
Unanswered are scripted words
hidden beyond the bay.
Man will see whom I may be
Enchant the nearest lady
Capture karma by the neck
engulf the flame of Hades.
Lie amongst the greatest foes
Lure in pressured fates.
All under the might of Sun.
Sevens are my Eight.
A true brisk moment.
Enveloped with your pleasure.
A moment for two.
I can’t let yesterday bring me down, no matter how easy it can be.
The yelling, the screaming.
I have had many good days after it, but I find myself in my mind focused on things that I shouldn’t be focused on.
So now, I will be focused on today. I will be focused on my future.
Like I haven’t said it before.
Yesterday is getting older, tomorrow has yet to be. Oh, tomorrow.
I am focused on you.
It will be swift, like a sharp blade cutting through the wind.
It won’t require much effort, my final resort.
It takes my breath away. It closes my eyes.
It removes me from your world, a place I only wanted to thrive in.
I’ll no longer be a burden to you.
It was always too difficult for me.
I should have been given more leniency, more room to grow.
I have made mistakes, but if I could I would only show you
that I could have done better, but it got so hard.
The day I die.