...with weary steps and mindless breath,
unto the day, ongoing Death,
finding a crown,
following suit,
query be damned,
forbidden fruit.

​                                                ...Toffears

...There are some people at the window,
in the graveyard,
by the station.
     I can see them,
     I can see.
 
They seem happy, celebrating.
     I can see them,
     I can see.
 
There is a view of wooden dwellings,
no bitterness,
by a lake, inside a forest.
 
Can you see them?
Can you see?
 
These are the people we could have been.
Life in the valleys,
far from the city,
and day to day
we could have been.
 
Stop this train.
Stop this train.
 
I am…
     Not what you are.
     Not what you seem.
                                                   ...Toffears

A thought occurs,
obscured forthwith.
It was a word,
now is a ghost,
a pointless verse,
unclaimed by all,
unclaimed by birth.

We follow shadows that are not ours.
 Stillborn, as we are.

                                                  ...Toffears

...anarchic whispers of the Soul,
where Yearning, Ambition and Agony
quarrel for interpretation and domination.

Our thoughts are truly ours when awake.

Dreams,
upon Dawn,
may not always be so sweet.

                                                         ...Toffears

...when Information is controlled,
the Truth will be found on the Walls.

                                             ...Toffears

...new relics to a defined kingdom,
worthless unless proven.

Memories,
given,
created,
controlled.

be gone
be gone
to the dark or the light
be gone

The geometry of innocence
narrowed to a single pyramid of names,
all related,
all the same.

be gone
be gone
the Solar System has a frontier
find it

                                                      ...Toffears

...how empty can knowledge be
to a conscience
which is worthless.

The slavery of Blind Obedience.

                                     ...Toffears