Virtulust

Living in a world of virtual reality
that changes the here and now into
never and always. But I'm not
inside the machine, it is in my mind.
In real reality, I am in a time of post-
virtulust. That history, those times of
confusion between body, mind, and
numbers is over, yet the memories
plague my mind. Even worse, in the
virtual realm, time has not changed.
If I fall into the pit of yesterday, now
is as real as it once was. My one transgression
will plague me forever and always.

A Passed By Lover

What was her name?
What was her name?
The forgotten connection of a maybe love,
what was her name?

Where do I look?
Where are you now?
You're invisible in front of me,
but where are you now?

Who do I turn to
to find out your name?
I made a mistake by ignoring the obvious.
Just what is your name?

How do I let go?
How do I let go?
I am a fool for letting you slip through my fingers.
Can I ever forget?

Worth

All I've ever asked for,
dreamed of and desired
are for those haunting words
to be given to me.

All I've ever prayed for,
wanted and needed
is a promise of
meaningful tomorrow's.

All I ever receive,
get back and hear
is the undeserved love
of everyone else.

Who decided I mean less?
What makes me worthless?
Why is the world cut from me?
Because of the empty others.

The King: Cold & Alone

Frail and lonely
in his golden years,
his children
leave him be.
See, he chose
his heart a long
time ago, and
it lay with flesh,
not blood. His
love had order,
and his heirs
were below;
now his sad state
is alone.
He chose a
girls heart over
his own flesh
and blood,
but she is gone.
Now the king
rests at his throne,
shiv'ring 'midst July
sun. Alone, he
has given up
his son.