I like the ordinary things in life.
I like finding my solace in the regular things
Sure we need to go out
Sure there lies a world out there
But have you gone inside, yet?
Have you looked and broken dawn inside of you?
Have you conquered the mountains in you, yet?
Experienced the first brown leaf of the fall?
The first flower bloom in its glory?
The ever unfolding and vast galaxy?
The scrumptious and fulfilling experiences that we can gain?
All we see inside is a mess
A mess that we created on our own
For our own selves
And we're entangled in our own threads
Loosen those threads
The outsides is a mirage
Get inside
Break the moulds
There is so much ecstasy
And high, here
Inside of you

Beyond far stretched horizons lies my piece of soul #1

Swallow that pride, do not fear to let it go
Chin up, march along little solider, march on
Indistinguishable laughter eventually ceases
Until a glory burns up, freeing you from the pressure.
Doubting your character, it will subside,
So long as it is permitted.
Fly your new colors, paint your new pictures
Not a muttered melody of melancholy,
Tangled twists of truth will rise above all other thoughts
To slap you right in the face.
Listless days of the past seem a folly,
When your true potential is cast upon reasoning.

Joy to our lives such                           Hope, supernal that
who grace this world of darkness    rejects hatred, they call forth
once in an aeon.                                  the soul and tend love;

Gripped in sadness we                      Purgatory cells
who have lost a lighted lamp     -     imprisoning the human
this mourning season;                       spirit for small gain;

They have steadily been building up
Gathering-
Strengthening in numbers.
Each buzz growing louder
Creating a deafening hum.
All of my thoughts are drowned out by the hum.
Save for you.
You are the hum.

I am the tree.
I am the leaves that swing from the branches.
I am the flowers the burst forth
From tiny buds in the spring.
You are the bees.
You are the bees that hum in the tree.
Covering every inch of green that grows
Slowly taking my life.

Like a super swarm of bees
You came to me.
You learned my limbs
As the bee learns branches.
You pollinated the tiny buds
To make them grow.
Tender.
Caring.
With love.
What an exquisite duo the tree and bee.

But now you take
All that I afford
All that I have left.
The droning never stops in my mind.
It is all consuming.
A dark sanity swallowing fog.

The buzz has changed of late.
No longer a loving hum
But a greedy one.
You **** from me my very air
And I can't breathe.
You yield from my branches
All that you once loved.
You take my nectar
And leave me stripped.
Depleted.
Naked.
Alone.

You have taken my sweet nectar.
You have stolen my sweet nature.
Left me bitter
And blue.

When summer comes to an end
And the bees slowly leave the tree
Behind
The memories will begin to fade.
The humming will grow silent.
And the burning
Reds and oranges of my pain
Will seep into my leaves.
And each will fall.
They will call it autumn.

The buzzing will stop.
Each bee compelled toward
New plenty.
You will have flown away.
And I will stand.
Trunk
And limbs.
To suffer through winter
Until the day the bees
Return to my weary
Branches.
Return to my weary branches
And love me.

Then I came to the realization
That I wasn’t really alive
Because I haven't felt how is it
To be *dead