Existing I have always been lost with my head in the clouds ever since I was a kid. Now at least with my poems I can take everyone else to the clouds with me. So come star gaze and sky dive in my mind for a while. At least until someone yells "stop dreaming kid!" 36 followers / 1.2k words
Everything I say is a lie I have never see the sky I don't have a million questions why I give up after only a one little try I have always loved to say goodbye I was completely neutral when I caught your eye That night I didn't dream that I could fly My heart is not caught up in a tie And you can believe every word of my, Soliloquy, because everything I say is a lie.
Oh you hallow feet walking here. These thoughts, These words But shadow images, the trees Each branch, each scar, a history A snapshot of the intermixed mystery We pass through, a leaf trassioning Like the ear of one shadow listening To every other paper cover, Like the blind man lover With but handy impressions Of these more than meets the eye transgressions
Are you tired child Well I am tired beyond imagining My next break is just beyond the end of all-time compounded by enos multiplied by infinity And yet still I work on I am hungry but I have no mouth I'm thirsty but I have no stomach And why why do I do all of these dreadful things? BECAUSE: I am the end of all beginnings I am what lies behind every ocean and every sunset I give birth to worlds and I consume stars I am what lies behind every ocean I am the doubt and every lovers heart I am the stage upon which reality takes place I am the shadow behind every grain of sand I am the blackness in the middle of the night but somehow darker than that I am the madness and every great artists minds But somehow more incomprehensible than that What am I? I am chernobog. Lord of darkness defender of light.
A strange conversation I had with a character in one of my dreams.
A damaged broken flag is fluttering in the wind It clings lichen like to wood melted by time You can not not see it tear and rip As entropy begins to take its pleasures And rain soaks and mold consumes Still the flag bravely flutters flapping The flag has long been sun bleached white As though to say it has surrendered But you can see it's tenacity A white dove soars above tenderly The flag fights on against the wind It's mighty reaching as though to say: I long to soar above this sorry world And through will and destiny ever so rarely align A great Storm rolls down the mountain The flag cries out in full mast, full form It's wooden anchor holding fast But the the wood gives a gentle sigh and groan “Old friend I can fight no more. Let me rest and you have you day of flight.” And with a cracking moan, the old wood bid the flag goodnight And then that single white flag did fly As the Storm broke upon the sky And sunlight rays pierced through Turning, up world ravaged lands so blue And then the birds all took flight. And the flag flew proud Though rip battered rotten and torn The flag was see by all with the message to which it was born “We can all be free if we really fight and endure, However briefly that is.”
What do you think the metaphorical symbolism of flags is?
I take a drink of the deep Dark pouring think molasses through my teeth I grow from gruel filling poison in my holes My eyes turn wooden twisted cruel Dragging weights a thousand fold through mud I drive below the surface exploded by it's cold embrace Loves lipstick sticks from death's cold kiss I paint black over that canvas of my pain Tossing out old teeth there is not much I'll miss Burning lava flows through my veins To power factories in labyrinths forgotten I pull out my heart filled with running things Demons and night mares that have almost escaped my dreams I let logic take a rest. Drinking only smoke on my death breath. Then I plant a kiss upon the petals of black lotus And smile for enlighten. But at what cost?
First you say I love you without knowing what is meant As though love is some money that is bought sold and spent Then you say I love you as a sin you can repent love hits forever it has already made it's sliver dent
Latter you will say I love you with greater caution Knowing love is not something free or easy gotten All the pains of love and sleepless nights that you’re caught in. At the end you will say it's what you've been so lost in.
But it's only when you have lost that sweet bitter taste of love And angels play their teardrop, heart string, harps from down above Then looking back you see the push, pull, and lovely shove, And from sweet bitter pain, it's only in hindsight that you love.
You know it's kind strange how you never realize what you have until you have lost it. You would think we'd learn to vaule our loved ones a little more if we could.