It's not hard

Out across this universe
I’ve seen many things
It’s not hard to believe in Jesus

I’ve grown accustomed
To her mind, linked to mine
It’s not hard to believe in Jesus

Inter-phase with a new reality
And I can see a light begin to shine
It’s not hard to believe in Jesus

I am one.
I am not Borg.
We are one
It’s hard to believe in Jesus.

Comply.

EMPTY ROOM

Dreams of
Shadows
And an empty room.

The night air is
          cold
As I sit in the dimness
Of the night.
Only the moon
Casting
Shadows
Dancing across
  An empty room.

My Queen

She is cold,indifferent

still

my Borg queen on a pedestal.

Our minds were once linked

across time and space

but now she is silent

she whipsers no more.

I traced the outlines of her face

now, she is quiet,

still

my Borg Queen on a pedestal.

Assimilation servitude

trying to assimilate, trying to understand

trying to assimilate, don't know if I can

the voices I hear

are not necessarily mine

I've seen them in far off countries,

far off lands

trying to assimilate

trying to integrate

trying to facilitate

trying to indoctrinate

Resistance is never futile.

Haunted Love

Dealing with human emotives now. Words swirl in my (heart?), my (soul?)...what is happening to me, to us?

Haunted Love

Grab your
fears
and lets go
To mausoleums buried
in nectar
of Gold.
Tears brushed by
Dead and
cryptic
Air
Fingertips brush
Lovingly
Your hair.
Pale lights,shimmers
and fades
Love takes you
by your wrist
And closes
the
door.