The Beginning of the End

I will collapse in the beauty of the apocalypse, the chaotic screams and terrified cries. I will open up my mind and my heart to the empty streets and to the lonely hearts that roam it. So as the flames burn through houses and lives I will suffer through it and find the beauty in it. This is the Beginning of the end and my stomach is tangled in knots.
So as the broken glass that is laid through out the street begins to cut and cause my feet to bleed, I learn to breathe. I will take the longest road out of here, so I can get into the deep beauty of human misery, I will see the struggle it took to get us to the end. The on going war of Self against Self and the hatred that stirs us, The hatred that causes us to lay restless at night. There is an art to such a war and I am seeing it painted on with hands that reach upward to the sky, with hands that seem to only know prayer. I will take the long road and this time it is because it is the most traveled.
When I've read the so called "Beginning of the End" I will know I've arrived there because I will see the infinite miles of human less space. The unoccupied stage for where our final act will take place. It will touch my toes and I'll stare out into it, the beauty of the waves that fall upon me. I will waltz into the sea, and have it end where It began. The Sea gave birth to me and I will go where It began. This is the Beginning of the End and the smile on my face is so hard to be rid of as the faces of others grow so sad.

cheers.

The Salted Sea Vs. The Giants

The Pressure of Perfection subsides and we're left in the midst of everything that ever was. The wilted sunflowers on my window sill speak poetry and elegance. The Melancholy scent of the salted sea reminds me of summer romances and memories of the past. The walks along hot cobblestone to observe the ruins of a world long lost. Crickets provide the saddest song for all that remains now. So we wander off, down unknown paths and talk for hours beneath the stars. While everybody waits for it to begin, it has already begun here. While the giants of Greece take the beach we observe as they swirl round and round. The lives we started are over now. The Giants have gone back to their homes and the Ruins begin to fall. The Plane left the airport months ago and I am still in awe. I remember amongst the spartan shore we engaged in our final act of love and of war. where we forgot to remember we were going to all leave soon, that all of this that has happened is slowly fading and being washed away. We began an affair that wouldn't last through the night, but the night air of summer set a spell upon both of us and we took the chance as it blew in the wind. My tears have fallen into the Mediterranean Sea and there they will remain, where we left the last remnants of us.

Cheers.