Asystole.

Thump, beat. Thump, beat. Your heart accelerates, lines increase. In and out, up and down you breathe. Your chest fills with air, yet you are not here. Thump, beat. Thump, beat. Repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat.

Baby, my baby. I beg you to breathe. Pull through, be brave, I need you to hold me. My hand lay in yours, gently rubbing fingertips. React, my love. React to my touch, my feel. Your face has died (it feels like my soul), lifeless you lay, tubes running through your nose.

Is this it, I wonder. I calm suddenly. Manifest hope, I've been manifesting your dreams. Is this it, I wonder, what life's become? Sitting, lifeless, your body, baby— so young. I close my eyes, tears roll down my face. I'm saying goodbye, closing doors on fate.

My head rests beside you, mechanically beating heart inside. I feel you lay where I used to reside. Less functional alone, it pumps your blood. The cardiac monitor hums a tune of love. Thump, beat. Thump, beep beep. My love, live on. Repeat love, encompass truth in mind.

I open my eyes, glance your way. Wires hooked to medication on a pole drip rapidly. Increase, I ploy, crying for what may be, increase, live on. Reincarnated dreams. I wish for you to find your mind, live by thoughts, less by lies. Live by dreams, less by heart, be smart my love. Create a new start.

I step out the door, heavy swing, and the monitor goes blank— steady beat.

Code blue, they rush. Asystole?

I look back as they try to resuscitate my soul. By my body, lifeless by death, I'm now walking out the doors to discover what's next. They don't see me. They don't know I've died. They don't know it's because I've never felt alive.

I sit in the waiting room, unable to breathe. I see myself walk out the door, blissfully experience grief.

Rise Pt. 3: Moonlight

Like the moon, chaos at night,
I am serenity, isolated light.

The moon, it seems, glows relief. Full of emotion, often hidden by grief. Clouds, they hover, protect, and cover.

The lover, sun, let's go day in and out.
But why... why...
The moon can stay uncovered, sneaking glances through trees,

1 o'clock
2 o'clock
3 o'clock
I see.

The moon, it seems, is majestic by night. Enthralling clarity, imperfections visible by life, is the moon part of Earth? That can't be right.

But I am the moon, is it not so?
The moon, Luna, sensual nature unfolds.
Westward I point (or is the the East?),
Indirectionally drawn to the quiet of night, (I am) at ease.
Delightfully so, make the wolves howl.
I am the capturer of animals, number of types, humans, creatures— bow down tonight.

Appreciate glory, more than what's seen,
I am the moon, the sun, the waves, the trees.
One with nature, put up fight. Free spirits, thinkers, it's time to rise.
Be the stars, the mud, the like,
do not fall out, stand up and fight.

Command the serenity of your light so pure,
withhold energy, keep it stored.
Hold your crystals, directed love divine,

I am the moon. At night we rise.

Rise Pt. 2: Reflection.

Societal demand
for pressures unclear,
tell me, Power:
Why are we here?

Divided by potential,
atoms will flock to their like
creating, destroying,
tell me, Power:
How is my mind?

Beautiful, Power,
Is that what I am?
Passion, Power,
Is that what I have?

Mystic mind, oh one,
tantalizing touch,
crafted abilities fostered,
much less by luck.

I draw to you, Power:
Am I alone in this game?
Or are there others like me,
minds constantly running away.
Thoughts flourish of what is;
You are my higher belief.

Power, enlighten me,
provide me with grief.
Allow me to grow,
to silence unfold,
to create by your will,
to feel emotions' ounce,
take it all in and dwell.

Essential, I am taught,
Do you carve my path?
Superior, Power:
Is that who I am?

The mirrors don't speak,
they reflect none but me,
freckle by freckle
answers appear.

Where are you, Power?
Are you what I see?
Pupils dilate,
it's just my reflection—
Power staring back at me.

Rise.

A certain stigma of repressibility steeps in the lives of those who foresee potential as defeat. Societal demand, society pursues, being different— who are you?

Lacking repressibility, do you sleep?
Knowing feats that lay before you, waiting for you to wake.

Beauty, lie, beauty, conquer,
stigmata, you're overtaken– look at you, so weak.

Weak in your mind,
weak in your views,
where is your passion?
I'm no longer your muse.

No longer alone, your kingdom awaits. Your knights in tarnished armor, dictate and they shall speak. Like you, they sit, wait and decay. Like you, they suffer, welcome mediocrity, birth love of being dominated by leaks in the walls of suppressible success, tearing, cracking, gone in the hurricane force winds of my soul, so young, surpassing yours.

Societal demand of pure-fed minds, filled with corruption by credible sources, insanity swallowed by patronizing depths of self-worth; what do you love?

The idea of success, continuously evolving, creating, creators of self— do you know yourself?

Skeleton of dust, debris, you lack the passion to expand belief.
Open your mind, manifest drive, ambition, authenticity. What do you prize?

I am societal command of superiors alike, touch me and turn gold— feature presentation of dominance and inhibition, rise.

Lips.

Slow down, kiss, steady, heat. Senses, sensual, steady, heat.

Lips drawn by every famous artist alike encompass diamonds, wealth in feel and touch.
Carats of diamonds, encrusted in gold, cover your lips, sensual nature unfolds.

Rich in self love, your diamonds, darling— they shine. Your smile radiates, much like your eyes.

Lips glisten in the light, you, they, are powerful, able to reach highest capacity of atunement of joy, dissolution as well.

Darling, darling, diamonds in light. Slow down, kiss, kiss me (right) tonight.

Going Down.

Some say man is redeemed by faith,
transcendent abilities through practice, belief.
Forgiven, steadfast.
Forgiven, redeemed.

Blinded manipulation,
set me in a grave.
Heat and warmth,
fire surrounds.
Show me yours— I'll show you mine.
Driving that bus,
we're going down.

Blind man, deaf,
three wise walking.
Recite, preach, recite, believe.
Faith running through your bones, is your existence solely exposed?
Your being, create.
Do you crave redemption, or simply faith?

Drink the water, taste the wine.
Eat the host, swallow divine.
Confess your sins, live by books,
Leviticus, Revelation— damn the crooks,
stone the sinners, love and don't judge.
but damn those wearing materials x2, the gay, the queer, knocked up women, too.

"The Lord, He reigns, He speaks in tongue. Holy Spirit, I've fallen, saved by your love."

Only a facet of answers, followed by a cult, open your eyes. It is you who's above.

Creative manipulation,
set me in a grave.
Heat and fire,
burning, ablaze.
Show me yours— I'll show you mine.
looks like we're going down;
get in, let's ride.

Stars, defeat.

I am the stars, I am defeat.
So that during winter I cannot.. (Repeat)
Rejoice, rejoice, higher power— ONE.
(I have not come undone)
I am the stars, I am defeat.
So that hand in hand, I conquer madness; repeat.

Justified lullabies of fortune in love,
Perfect cursive,
I shall look above.

The distance between the stars and I are a melodic harmony of meditation and compromise.
I see them among the clouds, a haziness much like the infinitesimal light of a bulb on the brink of breaking, fading, dying away.

But I am the stars, I am defeat.
I'm the level where poetic harmony and beginning of new life finally meet.
I am the stars, I am defeat,
A projection of hope that yes, while they fleet,
You are still love,
You are still harmony.

Capable of being a star, less defeat.

As precaution, tend to fleet.
Overcome by paralysis
It makes me defeat.
But the stars remain
(I am one),
The sun, earth, stars
(I am one).

Regression of negativity, unfluential waves,
Regress, my one,
Regress and fade.

Magnificent fortune obtained by color,
Obtained by leaves of evergreen.

In the fall, the soul is changed,
The new life of a season,
(lake of worry and pain)
The new progression of days.

Dew on the grass glittered today—
Did you see it? Or were you defeated like me?

Lives anew— why are they so blind?
Do they not see that new things arise?
New harmony, new thinking, yet they fear to realize.
It's a belief that the world NOW knows all that's due
But in reality, you haven't a clue
Of what's out there (like the stars)
What's granted (higher thinking, above).

More fearful of demise of the thoughts made by those you love.

Redeem, defeat, be the stars, the earth, creativity will meet..
Will meet you in the place of spectrum overlap alike, at the place where the world divides.
That place, that place
Complacent in a world that subsequently subsides,

But I ask, I ask, I ask of you— Are you in the stars, too?
Or are they the enemy, a reflection of fear inside you?

Justified lullaby of perceptions so true,
I am the stars, defeat.
Exonerating you.