The show was great!
The singing, the laughing.
the lights swooning me,
into feeling!

After such a night,
there I was,
wondering comes next,
figured it was time to sleep,
so I went home and did just that.

Until the next time the lights flickered,
songs sweep me on my feet,
and the good times dole directly to my soul.

And he did just that. Opportunities came and went, yet nothing ever matched the same groove. The world kept spinning as it always does, and there he remained sleeping. His dreams could replay that feeling again, no biggie. Why wake? When he could shake all he wanted in a dream.

What would I do,
Back then with you,
I wish I could undo.

Replaying in my mind what could have been,
your song,
your kiss,
and everything else that I missed,
what we have been through since.

I learned how to love myself,
and even though I miss you,
we both deserve to find that truth,
to have someone say I love you.

It has been seventy-three days,

since the Orange haze,

created such a craze.

and I watch from my safe view,

as everything went askew.


Those who get infected seem to be,

already plagued by insanity.


So alone I will sit,

watching the world get enveloped,

by the Orange mist,

creating even more lunatics,

bringing tears to my eyes,

watching idly by,

as everything goes awry.

It is awake,

as so am I!


A chirpy chirp,

bravado to the world,

like a feather,

or leaves in the fall.


To be ceased,

at the wonder of it all,

and stare at the wall.

I miss you everyday,

wishing it didn’t end that way,

because since then, nothing has been the same.


I miss you everyday,

as you always put a smile on my face,

for a piece of my heart has been replaced,

with an ache, I cannot take.


I miss you everyday,

wishing there could been a way,

to see you on this very day,

because I wish to have that smile placed,

upon my face, to wash the sorrows away.

The Sailor’s love for the sea started at the age of thirteen.
From there he embarked upon a journey,
wondering what his life might end up being.

A mighty crew, and a great Captain too boot, they sent forth, looking for all the loot.
By the age of nineteen, the Sailor saw a lot.

From drunken fights which ended with no love lost,
to great bouts of strength between rivals a plenty,
while losing not much,
from great storms waged with such might,
and lovely beauties who roamed the night.

Yet the Sailor was not happy,
seeing the world was full of plenty,
an ache for the soul,
which left him to toil.

He set off at first light,
without any worry nor fright,
to look for an adventure, an Odyssey,
and look for his own Penelope.

High and low he scoured,
looking what his heart desired,
even went to the countryside,
for by chance his heart could reside,
in need of desperate respite.

Yet he could not give in,
to the trouble burrowed deep within,
an ache he missed,
a way out of the mist.

Once he came back he worried,
what would they think or would they leave in a hurry?
Just then the Captain saw him and said,
“The sea is great, plenty of opportunity,
so don’t you worry, the sea holds aplenty.”

And then he saw the Truth,
to have such a crew,
the mighty Captain too,
is when he knew.

The sea in its eternal blue,
holds many clues,
for those who seek,
amongst the wreckages,
treasures can lie within different avenues,
and still look for the great Muse.

The flame was afraid to leave,
Did not want to be,
In a lamp,
A fire pit,
Alone.

Yet it can still shone,
To carry on,
And be the light,
For those in fright,
To signify those who carry him are not alone,
And with that,
He found his home.