The People split into 2 Universes

Time flows in an unsynchronised direction. Split perpetuously towards blind alleys. Luck wishes us the best. Love may hold our hands. Going through an unbeaten path never moved me or you or them. Is this what we expected from our ephimeral lives? Do we go beyond and stretch like time? Leaving, breathing, living and flowing...still choosing opposite directions. Did we split and forgot as we lived parallel lives behind mirrors we can't see, behind walls we don't believe? Taking one step after the other, we drift further away until the force of attraction is dissipated in a hazy dust from tearful constellations, until the space between is infinitely full of dark void. May I go further and behold, longing where I have been only from a far distance. A distance no longer felt or touched. A distance now killing us as time stretches until it tears us apart into fragments. Time flows but it is suddenly gone. It was there slipping through our hands, mine and yours. Different places, different occasions. Two universes, one heart.

The Man who Seeks the Joyful Face

Moan into patrol. Expecting. Addressing. A plan you must follow with no ball. For you can't say. For you can't express. As we walk into rooms with no life or colour. As we read lips of known sync and unpredictability sinks at the bottom the sea, we cannot meet ourselves or see others as they were. The seeker will run to find those who playfully smile. For they have nothing to lose in the big scheme of things and a game of play will not detract to the success and happiness we are keen to know. And understand. And read and see no evil beyond what is non-grey and bending the rules of a nurtured state of mind. For we are here to make you laugh, make you tired, make you reconsider. Laugh, pagliaccio. Make me laugh. Make me move forward where we are beyond this stagnant pool. Beyond the hills, beyond the steeping obstacles, that wind us down.