The world is trapped in a thick haze,
which is why no one wants to be themselves these days.
They are watching; circling like vultures,
while slowly washing away my colors.

Bandages and "sorry" don’t fix bullet holes,
decaying people have decaying goals.
Do not dare to dream of something bigger,
when your friend is shaking with their finger on the trigger.

Childhood songs are stored within,
like ink is etched into my skin.
My youth they stole; they left me plain,
with venom quickly crashing through my veins.

We are all but pilot episodes,
failing to ever make it as we go.
Like lost souls we flourish through the night,
searching for originality to make us shine bright.

Society; your cage is officially suffocating,
our lives you so ruthless is dominating.
The truth I speak is so loud you can not ignore,
because this is not another harmless metaphor.*

I declare war.

~Marmalade skies~



one spoon at a time they feed

the morning horizon

Soft offerings of color

picked ripe from the vine



~Cantaloupe dreams~



a small slice of moon

the dawn’s crescent smiles on me

with a Cheshire grin

cocked slightly to the side



~Plum pudding blankets~



suspended above life, moving slowly

but coming of the day

as alarms break the solitude

nestled in down pillows



~Raspberry whispers~



singing the scent

of the fresh sunrise dew

on wishes coated in sparkling splendor

and footprints beyond the gate



~Nectarine blessings~



sweet on my lips

beneath an orchard arbor

I hold you close of my morning

and taste the bounty of your love