I like oats

I wish my emotions were more like oats
Adding the right ingredients and subtle notes

Sweetened feelings tasting of fruits lunching
Rage has my feelings crunching,
relieve stress by munching

Tastey oats,
feelings show,
more oats to grow!

I miss to bliss feeling your kiss
Not just one but many I do miss
I miss to wish hearing songs on our list
Adore my Amor, your more, a tune feeling amiss
Care for a reminisce, melodies again to twist
Lives tangle and shift, travel from another like chaos, water on our wrist, movie lines we'll never forget
Laughing for reasons we only will get,
Laughing for hours and loosing our ****
Every moment I grasp to take another lift
Be mine for Valentines admist

"There is an open door for happiness in death, that only the living can take for the dead, reminiscing and living on in their stead."

We stopped in thought to meet the think
Sought out the weak on the brink
We ended one struggle to make up for the bundle
Cast aside to muddle amounst the rubble
He is she as you are me but we are not all together
Shades will fade, colors portrayed, blood will bleed red all the same
Evil has no name, shame or blame but only our momentary gain
Lonesome, gruesome, wish we knew someone to blame
Those thoughts only seek out , in order to shame
See how they run, why do you chase them, insane!?

Drifted

                                      drifting on
                          
                                                                ­          then gone

   Once uplifted
                        
                               ­         uplifting on

                                                             ­               mend wrong
        Bond

                                             ­  bonded on

                                                             ­                     broke strong

People don't understand me at all
They watch me trip and expect me to fall
People don't hear what I'm saying
They wait for a stutter, laughing an playing
I trip to tumble, not a stumble but a bumble
Slur my speech to a screech and make a breach
They all laugh thinking I'm the clown
When I've easily avoided their crowd
On my way, head held high
To my friends who laugh by my side

"We blocked your roads as you covered our tombs,we stood up in right while you hid in your rooms, but our ghost still roams. Our ghost, as one, to be heard from beyond. The dead are alive in our bond, the blood is red on all sides and time has come to live on." Us

You ever daydream ,just to see what could be
Drift into song and thought to fill the holes with plot
I don't know where you are, but you were here
Just a moment ago I swear, In this daydream with me

Wake to be at your hight
Behind tobacco toby match lite
Eases the tension
Just to feel lifes pace quicken
Reinventing intentions
Filling a rabbit hole just to be tossed in another
A spiral transfer to be pushed ever further
Dont be lost, grab a rail, hold on tight
Eyes wide open, reunite with the fight
Lifes lessons taught through insite
Soaring in with a profound wingspan
Going to and through were all fears stand
Tearing down the structure that rotts the land
Replacing, fighting yourself is a good start
Mentally embracing mind, soul, body and heart
An adventure into a minds eye
Glancing sternly back to remember to not comply
Someone, something that once was
Darkening, struggling to become....

"And neon I go" turquoise rose glows, "wrinkled laughter nobody but me knows." Phantom pixled purple sprites curiously chanting cries, through a soul that bears many holes. "Echoes poses blows!" goes the wind, against my feelings held in. I shout "Playing tricks again?"
Blowing through frail skin, "Deepening as I creek with every bone chilled within!"
Transcending trails of energy forecasting stormy weather, soul sending vibes of transcendent lucidity gather. "I brighten with neon glows, again that nobody knows!"
Brightening up with phosphorescent shows, body nearly ready to implode.
An on the spot electrical spectral collaborating with every drip, drop that rain drip plops
Ears embraced with the rain drops falling,
Feeling a drip, waterless static against my skin
Catching a trip, fearless emotion driving with a bottle of sin
To be continued, eyes wide ready to plunge in
Feelings drift away, drift away
Rushing where I lay out of the cortex to play
Starting the change, insides molding away
No pins and needles, just strange things and rotting evils
Simplest tasks need brainfeed retrieval
Visionary decision at a glances unbalanced sway,
"the forest can't be dead if the faces of the trees still laugh and play!?"
Reflecting treefolk within the waters edge
Wrinkled eyes peering, playing an swaying
Voices calling out to take a leap
"The water is cold, the idea is cheap"
As the neon grabs hold, creeps and knawls.
Through my veins a circus of spectacular spectacles dance, flashing spectrum lightened rants
Again I feel the howl "And neon I go!"
Animal instincts inside me grow
They lunge in, Neon stains spread from the ground
I plunge in, waters body embraced with every sound
The lights play tricks against the aquamarine glints
The soul lay fixed against its shimmery bliss
Pulsating auras shocked into every pour "Hear the roar!"
I called expressing literal lightning linguistically
Neon now naturally neural knows no needs
It flies freely "I see clearly!"
Drip, drop Lights dripping off, seed plots
Scarlett spiraled sprouts shooting about

"Sometimes you have to lose your own marbles to see where they are going, minds wander why can't sentences and structure. If, impractical and impossible are my best friends."

Ok here I go, here we grow, if money grew on trees
It'd be another greenery, a piece of scenery, free to seize
Rather being worn by the glamorous, oh yeah it's damning us
It should be a tree as it was meant to be, not bankruptcy
Not forcing you or me, to **** for what ever means
Yeah your free to be, but you cost to live if you want to be
Rotting in t.v., buying lies that were never meant to be seen