A crystal voyage
Revealing the depths of time
Cast away Travel
through the travels of time
From a thought of perfection
To the make and model itself
Inventions molding our existence
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC
its not the rejection that hurts me
just the way you said it, waiting until I was
at my most vulnerable state
where everybody could see
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
Hello again soft complexion
black and white mood
you continue to follow me back
no matter the mood
you stick by me time after time
through the hollows of hell
to the happiness of peace
you followed me out of womb
you continued to stay
day after day
thank you again
soft mirror image
until we meet again
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
bright lights, over heated sidewalks
lights shine like a ten foot sun
hotter than the sahara
warmer than the stones
Cold by dusk, only to get replaced by noon
Walk down to the theater
see all the biggest shows
on your way there say hi to Tom
the nicest cab driver in town
money flows in every second of the say
money gets burned every minute of the hour
money is laundered from front to back
in comes the mafia truck
out goes the last of the day
our actors line up two by two
folded arms lay upon the piano
“hello waitress” says the man at the bar
“here is your tip, go grab me a star”
walk out the back and search the alley way
find a old quarter on the ground
light up a cigar…
taste the sweet smell of chocolate in the air
to bad its gone now
floated on back to the theaters bounds
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 11:00 PM UTC
I watch as the sun gazes over the moon
cancels the night, makes way for day
tries to scramble for an answer
but no time to find a speaker
i hate the fact that the ocean is so cold
cant bring out my raft to float
needed to build a fire
but no wood around
needed to find the moon
only the sun crosses me now
needed to blend some colors in a row
lost my brush inside a black hole
planted a seed the other day
eventually threw it away
dirt was too firm, not even the ocean could bring it up
washed away my past
made a hole in my future
crosses the ocean today
to bad i shot myself threw my prey
laid on the floor, looked like a mess
ate some green leaves, jumped up and out of my dress
dug myself a hole down near the waterfront
laid in it for a little bit
slowly started to drown
crossed all my T’s and dotted all my I’s
sat back up from my hole
no one not even the rain
could shun me like this
broke the sound barrier yesterday
screamed inside my arm to pass the time
figured i was a mental wreck
didnt care... was already dead
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
Knifes and dagger slice open the air
cuts out every ***** from its body
Rips out the lungs, draws out the wind
fills it in a jar, keeps it safe from the gin
Gas container lids open up
miles deep inside a blue velvet cloth
edges torn and shaved down to skin
drenched in the oil, making it grasp wind
For he who blows up a candle or two
for he who crawls out of the damaged womb
for he who cries out to a greater cause
still broken from its last reprise
but the wind picked up…
For dagger and knifes that open the air
split eyes wide open hoping there is no flare
cause the flare causes a spark
a spark within the air
carried over blue seas
oceans breeze
for the wind touches the spark…
hits the gas lid
blows up the entire mind
causes the soul to find
a new wind they say
too bad that wind is gone
some sick radiation now haunts the air
for the explosions in the sky are too great to compare
too great to stare
too great to float up, to fragile to let down
for the soul has no life
no problem now
I live inside my head
my head is my crown
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC