That miraculous manifestation
who haunts your brain,
The tickling remainder
as you circle the drain-
Polish away to golden days:
where all is certain
in a wondrous way.
But now it's time,
the void is here
Freedom is close,
Be quick dear-
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 11:38 PM UTC
Feel the smoke enchant your lungs
trinkle up and bite your tongue
Fall into the mystic haze,
go on now, float away
Ponder up to worlds so sweet
where troubles are lost
and the thinker will sleep
The lost lovers can meet once again-
say hello to a long lost friend
You can dance with sunshine
and sing to the birds
Breathe in the sublime
with vision so blurred
Cause when reality gets rough
and you've just had enough
There's always an escape
in the land you can shape-
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 12:34 AM UTC
And I awoke to a thought-
a particular trance
of books burning and a bishop in hand-
I dreamed, I did
perchance of love,
of creaking snow globes shattering from above.
And a mantle lit
a fire blazing-
I'll fill this void with my gazing.
No one asked your opinions so why do you speak?
A voice so small
A voice so weak
Thrown to the floor with the shattered glass
Are you free now?
Free alas?
I'm doubting this quietly,
Such a sight so sightly-
Enrapture my hands and
poison my plans,
But you'll never win
while you're waiting to begin.
The game is starting dear
now come,
gather your fears-
Kiss them goodbye, send them afloat
they're bringing you down,
your passions they choke.
So breathe in this warm air of delight
Please notice the beauty of the night-
Resplendent stars will relume your way,
and carry you through
the haze of a day.
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 12:27 AM UTC