The Dark Side of the Moon

I want to go out onto the streets of the city and loose myself in the busy deeps of humanity- restless people always on the move neither looking left nor right nor here, nor there, but ever searching for fools like me. I am almost sure that no man will ever apporch me. I hold my head too high, my shoulders too straight, my walk too brisk and bussiness like.
I wish to sit in a park and ponder about my latest dreams, whisper to God, listen to the wind in the trees and perhaps feed a dove from my hand. I dreamed of the moon again last night.1

It seems as if I am lost in time. Which direction will I choose?
I foolishly dash outside and look into the night, and ask the stars, then stand in the darkness waiting in silence for an answer- a silence that hurt my ears with listening...
The thought comes to mind- that I and the stars are but something nameless in the night, nothing but common satellites knowing nothing -yet knowing that we must...
I trun to glare at the moon but he has no answer. He reminds me of an old man with a lantern out searching for his children.
I tell him that I will soon reveal the secret of his dark side, and why he once turned himself into blood- and that he is nothing more than a power hungry politician, and that it is my opinion that he wants to rule the world, and has jumped in front of the sun more than once in his efforts. The world gave him a big title for his dirty action- ''Eclipse of the Moon''.
I accuse him of jumping between the sun and the earth that time a bunch of blooming idoits crucified Christ- He did this so that he could drink up all the spiritual blood being poured out on earth. Perhaps he has stored all that blood on his dark side? I watch him and grudge him over this, even though I'm not for sure if I'm right. I am not sure about anything. I awaken to see him peeking through my window. He is also watching me. I lay in bed until morning watching the rays watching me. I am suspious and scared, and I don't want to get out of bed. 2

I want to fly again, to soar above the treetops, above the earth and it's planets and beyond the universe where I believe there is light. I get tired of life without sense and creation is in question. Something or someone is about to be arrested... I don't want to be here when this takes place. Will my DNA be light enough to survive disaster? Has the impurities of the serpent seed been cleansed from my blood? O God I pray that you force the moon to show it's backside, and let me not die the shameful death of a common mortal... 3

working on, these are only some of my thoughts of which I may trun into a story someday.