Dr-Octa-Wantipus

Pervasive restlessness A sense, other-wordly A waste of space And time unimportant With nothing to offer And wants unfulfilled A life unachieving Is left with a sigh

Standing side-by-side Yet living worlds apart Close enough to whisper But far enough to shout Living in a dreamland Where distance has no meaning Everybody's talking And nobody's listening Bastardizing language Warping our perception Sow fear and falsities Lucifer's conception

Behind glass and smoke Nature, she chokes Under tarmac and oil Abused, is the soil The balance is tipping Gaia's feet - they are slipping "Wave the beauty so long" Now we realise. We're wrong. We had climbed to the top And before we could stop We had burrowed away Upon that which we lay Only now we take stock We are left, in Ragnarok.

Tired of thinking Bored of wondering Sick of caring Fed up with wishing Despair from expecting Oblivion, is what I now seek

A wearying melancholy Set deep within, this aching soul Straining forever, against the tethers Tethers weakening, day by day True dejection, breaking free All consuming, and possessing A candle there is, to banish the sorrow But no match in hand, only the cold A flame is sought to candle, ignite But left in the dark, fire, undiscovered From others, is sought For a door cannot, unlock itself Needs be another, turning the key Nothing is impossible, if only you try

Grief without joy, Despair minus hope Such weights are nothing For by them, we'll cope. But add in the hope, Administer the joy So grief and despair, Take form to destroy. Constant opposition, Alone incomplete Conflict, attrition, And true nature meet.

To dream the impossible Rejoicing in fantasy And hope for paradise Forged of fellows But expect the nightmare: Solitude, surrounds me Dreams are disproved Hopes are destroyed Expectations are met.

Emotions deceive us Guide us, conceive us Lead us through life An illusion, of strife The bitter, and sweet All the people, we meet Shape us, and mold us Entirely, enfold us A course that is charted Through still and through storm It may never be started But should never conform Cause what they may Bring what they will Upheave us they shant For us all we stand, still With our strength to go on.

A life lived in the abyss. Cold, alone, afraid and uncertain Within a chasm, high beyond measure A rope is fashioned, thread by thread From joy, and happiness Friendship and trust Upwards it climbs A hope, of escape From the horrors beneath Skywards it ascends A grasp, unrelenting For fear of falling Into darkness below Praying, as it goes The rope remain strong So the void be left behind

Myriad colours, Astounding, amazing Shining forth, Brighter than the sun. Enthralling me, Uplifting me As they weave their way Throughout the world. Lights glowing, Music flowing. Sunlight showing, The people arrayed. To fill my heart, With hope and joy. These people before me, Ineffably loved. These people, my friends.