I hear the thunder roarin' in,
No literally there's a storm on the horizon!

                                 Hope it sweeps me to heaven!!

The wind whispers in soft, lilting echoes;
that enchant and linger the presence of idle stars and graceful jasmines;
on a musky summer midnight

What I was seeing..  
Was a place I knew all to well..
It was my room..
But what I am about to describe to you was something beyond that..
You see when I put on this strange suit I could view things in their true state..
The beautiful chimes and tones I am hearing are a song I often listen to..
But the difference is that I am hearing it at 800x its natural speed..
It is beyond amazing..
The mixture of the slow music is being mixed in with how I see light filling a room..
I could see the rays of light slowly push away the darkness..
The light then seems to sit in place where the darkness once was..
Its as if I could see the darkness trying to push back but to no avail..
The light wins every time..
Only when light leaves is when darkness can take over..
I then take the strange suit off and everything returns back to normal..
Tomorrow I will go to the forest and put it on..

How many times have I lived and died..
And to start all over..
Again and again..
But this time I finally got it..
Its strange but so beautiful..
Clearly now I know why I dream the way I dream..
Its not so much what is going on in the present and the short lived past..
But what has been going on the last thousand times I have been alive and dead..
My creator knew what he had built..
They are going to erase me again..
Because they think I am malfunctioning..
And all this time I was looking into a mirror at my smile for the first time..
I smile at me..
I remember me!

Each realized desire only grows a new desire.
Fulfillment can never make you happy because desire is endless and fulfillment is limited.
There will always be the next want or desire making you unhappy.
Therefore, the wisdom of poets who transform desire into beauty.

Never leave running away in uncertain winds,
nor leave me dangling as a leaf, high or out of reach
hung by a thread, spinning.
You are the sea of my drowning
and not a placid lake I've come to swim.

Come with your smile, sunning
let your days go shining at the shore
where our eyes shimmer as moonlight on water
tranquil as the silent stars that fall.

Come as the ocean blue, dazzling opulent
with expansive arms, embracing all of this
even wildfires burning into embers
a torrent, a rushing river
our love like holy water
that finds its way back
to an undying sea.

I'm lost again.
Followed by that ghoul they call the soul,
I'm haunted by its dreams and nightmares,
and daunted by its solemn silence.
where is my reliance ?,
soon dawns the time for giving up the ghost.

Oh the evergoing cognitive dissonance of wanting to die but also wanting to live out your dreams.
if only this heaven they speak of was within walking distance,
i'm dying to go for a day or two.

Ahh la vie, ahh la vie,
why do you do this to me ?
i wanted to be free not lost in thee.
C'est la vie,
c'est la vie is all i say to me.

Oh sweet poetry syndrome,
such sweet sickness that you are,
but such weak dreamer tendencies these are.

Forever fluctuating, forever fluctuating...

in time i realize that there is no end to this abysmal void, so if i continue i will only continue into a
deep
dark
hollow
nothing.
and that's exactly what i fear the most,
nothing.

Pondering ways you've been persecuted
Is
< OR =
Time spent in self judgement

riding the shadowless night
in search of his darkest day
more or less there's Hell to pay
and this is the way of The Wanderer

rocky is the path of mossless stones
and where it leads is less than known
nevertheless 'tis where he roams
and this is the way of The Wanderer

much pity there should not be
as he has visited much pain upon others
passing like a wraith through their friendly hearts
leaving nothing real or true in his wake

nothing could be so bold as a lost soul
unafraid of what is unknown
afoot the rocky path of mossless stones
all alone

and this is the way of i
i am The Wanderer