It is in my dreams,
Floating and drifting,
That I pull you closer.
Why Winter why?
Why does everything have to look like it's
straight out of a Hallmark card?
Why is the snow that is floating down softly
give me that empty feeling inside?
Why can't I find someone
to share this holiday with?
The Dreamworks moon
gazes back at me
while I drive home.
I sigh and think,
"He's out there. I just know it!"
I was dumb,
I was strung.
I was up then I was hung,
Step on the chair,
say a prayer,
and let go.
A floating spirit, I am from here to there.
It is fair, that suffer comes along,
From the choices I was coerced upon.
I have been reborn into satan's spawn,
And this is a rampage that I am on.
I was spun.
you can talk but she won't listen
she is not there.
a mound of flesh built from lies, tears, excuses
sorry you had to see her go
she is not there.
her spirit floating away into eternity
a cycle of crooked smiles
she is elsewhere.
where the birds fly without wings
where flowers linger with no stems
she is elsewhere.
[Hint - it's fun to read this one out loud :) ]
Upon a crusty and spinning crag
Herbert's trusty craft did set,
Out beyond the path of Mars
In an asteroid belt they met.
Picked from out of thousands there
He selected a rocky home,
The perfect kind of rocky mass
To end his spacely roam.
First Ceres was too large and bold
And Pallas was too pale,
Old Vesta flew with sluggish wings
And Hygiea seemed too frail..
Ah, Sylvia seemed a likely rock
And her orbit seemed fine too,
But t'was Juno caught his eye at last
So what else could he do?
He sat his craft upon that rock
And loosed his robot throng,
Soon they mined and smelted ore
And built a structure strong.
That dome rose up with welded struts
To stand on a bright-lit plain,
The jewel-like panes filled out the place
O'er that kingdom he would reign.
Industrious 'bots and a stately home
So there did Herbert rule,
O'er a stark and rocky, lonely view
In the asteroid belt so cruel.
T'was far away to the nearest soul
No one to share Herb's tea,
To simply chat or share a bite
How lovely would that be?
Deep beneath old Juno's crust
'Bots mined for all their worth
Pulling out rare stuff and gems
And sending them to Earth.
But all the gold and diamond stones
Could hardly even start,
To fill the void that Herbert felt
Where he knew he kept a heart.
Yet, several rocky asteroids out
Across that rocky belt,
Another set upon her task
With ores and slag to melt.
Past Callisto and Iris zones
Where Cybele and Psyche spin
Fair Susanna tended Hektor's mines
Of silver, zinc and tin.
Now orbits often twist and dance
And trade with one another,
Where one boulder once was kin
There soon will be some other.
T'was thus that Herbert's Juno rock
Slowly made it's way,
To catch-up Susie's Hektor world
And shadow it one day.
Sue looked out her glass abode
To see what blocked the sun,
Then seeing Juno with its mines
A visit seemed like fun.
Toward a spot near Herbert's ship
Suzanna's came a-falling,
Imagine Herbert's bright surprise
Seeing visitors a-calling.
A shapely suit with bubble head
And jet-pack soon came floating,
To Herbert's door that afternoon
The sight had him emoting.
"Well hello there friend, and who are you
That to my rock comes knocking?"
"Just another miner fool
Whose sun your Juno's blocking"
"In just a little while, I'm sure
Our asteroids will part,
So why not stay a little while
And a friendship we can start?"
Double shipments soon they made
To send away to Earth
While their robots toiled each day
The sweethearts shared their mirth.
Great love did our Herb and Susie share
Built on those pleasant talks
And soon a tractor beam they fixed
Between their drifting rocks.
And still today in spacers' lore
They talk about that tether,
That linked two hearts among the rocks
Two asteroids bound together.
Chastised flies buzz high
Beguiling wildly wind whipped window washers
While presumptuously floating on CO2 currents
Sprayed streaks criss –cross the sky presenting
Atmospheric cubism for the lonely bystander
Representatives regurgitate revolutionary stories
From broken stairs on weathered monuments
Crushing oppression fills flared nostrils breathing deep
Reigning terror from the empire which birthed us all
Media propagated horror show, three meals a day
…………….none withstanding, nothing withheld
Closeness replaces character and huddled victims
Hungrily eyeball each other’s flesh
Sweat covered dirt coated quadriceps glisten
As if to beacon a bite
Gnashed teeth clench against fists flown from children
Bent on self-destruction and socialized hate
Forever consumed by the goal of individualism and liberty ideologies
There tears create new inland seas
Justified lies perpetrated by powerful provocateurs
Looking for the next big score
Seeking the last vestige of person freedom
Loss costs the unhappy Boss
Whitey…. The man….. Corporate America as an individual god-head
Watching with predatory diligence
Us as we struggle
The laughter can be heard through-out the cosmos
Joy expressed so freely knows no bounds
We are the enslaved masses without hope
Without the knowledge that we are slaves
Smiles widen while the truth becomes clear
Eyes light up at future prospects
Hands clap and feet stomp at the spectacle
Humanity hates itself
I cannot lie,
That with each word spilled
And spat from bruised and torn lips
The brain feels
So much lighter
And heavier still
And I would be floating
I pass like a ghost in the halls
floating on arrogance
You did it once to me and so I'll do it
twice to you
Don't bother reaching out
for your hands will only feel nothingness
And the light you marveled at has gone out
Don't say my name again unless you want it
to crack away at your lips
And please don't pretend that we never happened next time we speak.
In the winter I am made of smoke,
in dancing twists and turns
against dark, cold air.
I wander with translucent skin
desperately feeling the sky with my fingertips
praying for snow to hug my body
and maybe bring me back down.
I come in waves,
I hurt your lungs,
try to touch me and I will disappear.
I am weightless
but so, so heavy.
Some days I feel like I am floating away
and the result of something
The way your fingers trace the outline of my face
The way you wrap your hand around my lower back and pull me in closer
I taste and feel your tongue caressing mine and the pill that comes with it tastes better than what heaven is supposedly like because its from you
The devil must have created because you're sinfully perfect
I bite into your candy coated lips and dig my fingers into your back
I don't want to wake up with dust all over from the sand man telling me it isn't reality
Because I can touch the blue colors up above
Everything so vivid like watching a movie in IMAX especially that GREEN grass
Oh Mary-Jane how Spider-Man loved her
But I'm pretty sure we loved her more
It was an out-of-body experience
I had to replay the video over and over and over until I stopped because I knew It had to end. That it would end early so to keep me from hurting I pressed pause.
But what I didn't realize that the hurt was there before I was floating on cloud 9. My face turned hot, I began to breathe loudly hoping I would get out of this bad condition
I can't just wait here confused burned up and wishing
I asked the question I got what I wanted
Is this how you feel or am I being taunted?