the aworld

I’ve been broken so long

Hemorrhaging pieces to

Hands I think will catch me

My edges are sharp and


The glass of my spine

Embeds in the palms

Of those who only want

To slow down my descent


I don’t think I know how

To be satisfied with simple

I’m always looking for a

World to fill my lungs with


Wonder, I want so much to

Be bigger than myself, yet

Smaller than the dust, just

Dreaming of oblivion

Is This A Future?
Omega Tribe
Is This A Future?

Another life, a baby’s scream,
Another elated lover’s dream,
A baby’s laugh, a baby’s cry,
A baby’s smile, and a baby’s
Sigh,
And then the babe opens
Up her eyes
And she looks into the 
Sky, looking up into the
Deep blue sky
She sees a warplane flying by,
And when she’s told why the
Planes fly
She look into the future and it
Makes her cry
She just can`t see a future
Where the pleasure and joy
Are derived from the
Craving to defend and
Destroy!

Another unique life, but
What does the future hold?
She doesn’t yet know that
Her earth is being sold
And she just can’t see why
Some people labeled “big”
Can determine her
Intelligence and future and
The way she ought to live!

Is this a future? Is there a
Future?
Another baby born today,
Another life on another
Day

Another life, a baby’s scream,
Another elated lover’s dream,
A baby’s laugh, a baby’s cry,
A baby’s smile, and a baby’s
Sigh,
And then the babe opens
Up her eyes
And she looks into the 
Sky, looking up into the
Deep blue sky
She sees a warplane flying by,
And when she’s told why the
Planes fly
She look into the future and it
Makes her cry
She just can`t see a future
Where the pleasure and joy
Are derived from the
Craving to defend and
Destroy!

Another unique life, but
What’s the future for?
Forced to live in a state
Whose economy is war!
She’s gonna grow up in a
World crazily run,
By men with dominant
Smiles holding great big
Dominant guns!

Is this a future? Is there a
Future?
Let’s give all life from birth
A peaceful, happy, equal
Earth!

The only good characters in Nuka aworld are Mackenzie that doctor lady, Oswald, Cito, Fritsch the arcade guy, Sierra and that Gunner family out in the wilderness.

Today I choose to clothe

Myself in softness, soft

Words, soft thoughts,

Soft dreams of gentle


Caresses in spite of a

World made of all this

Concrete and steel, I

Wrap myself in silk


And satin, adorn myself

With acres of bandages

I have a million scars–

It must be time to heal