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386 · Mar 2020
Doors
Sandman Mar 2020
Seldom are the streets quiet
The children age by the window light
Outside it is spring

March brings the turning of the cold
The adults fester and rot, feeding themselves to their resting places

Wicked things brew far and wide
Sizzling and spewing like acid dissolving bone and flesh

The morning moon glimmering
Time has burned itself to the wax
Everyone is meandering their minds
Searching for a smooth door handle to grasp

There are doors but none to open
There are windows but none to peer out of
There are cars but no one to steer them
This is the apocalypse
382 · Jan 2018
Fragments of you
Sandman Jan 2018
I am driving along the coastline of my mind.
Sunshine swingin over my head.
Blue light pooring out of my heart.
Waves dance putting me into a trance.

I've been dreaming of you in another world.
I am traveling down the valley in the middle of my mind.
I look out the window while your silhouette remains silent.
Memories splatered all over the road.
Fragments of you glitter in the oblivion of my mind.
380 · Dec 2017
Falls final execution
Sandman Dec 2017
A winter dusk is falling over the blank sky like blury rain drops smearing a car window
The final execution of Fall before the suns decresendo calls to the spirit of the moon
The snow will come like an ocean iced with fire and will spread drowning everything in its beauty.
367 · Nov 2017
Writing
Sandman Nov 2017
A angry fire rages on in the corners of my black pupils yeilding it into reflections that shimmer light upon old coffee colored paper like a light house.
My old hands, cracked, and withered like an old crispy flower lay upon my tan paper, vibrations consume my hands.
There in my head is a river called creativity and it is where I get my power.
In the dead of dawn there glows a  golden ray of sun filling my sweat beads lodged between the wrinkles on my face.
My pen is alive as I am too.
I do not write.
My pen does
And the universe tells it what to do.
363 · Nov 2018
We are Death
Sandman Nov 2018
Death came down from the clouds.
So quietly.
So very softly.
He landed like a dragonfly on a flower.

Death is all of us.
Is in all of us.

I cried by your side as your breath blew away.
So now I'll wait for what feels like an eternity to be back with you.

The more I push away Death the harder he pushes back.
In the end we all die.

We all fall victim to the unavoidable.
Death is already here just look in the mirror.

We are Death.
We are the thing we fear.
We are what we strive not to be.
We are death.

Inescapable.
Undeniable.
Real.
Death.
RIP Smudge. My sweet kitten Smudge passed today from FIP.
356 · Jun 2015
Always there
Sandman Jun 2015
I am the light that stitches the dark ****** cuts upon your lost heart. I am the happiness that burns a smile upon your face. I am love.
I am stitches. When darkness finds you, come search for me. I am always there. Always.
356 · Oct 2017
Feathers
Sandman Oct 2017
We crawl through deep fall.
Upon stone walls and wet orange leaves.
Laughing hysterically at fear.
Dancing in the golden sun we count the rhythm of the beat.
The druming stings but it brings us together.
Like falling feathers we glide.
We clock, we watch, the hours fade.
The ravans cry withers in our bodies.
Hallow are we.
Emptied by the monsters inside us.
We all float.
Like feathers in the wind.
Up and down till we all go down.
Heaven bellow is a feather mound.
350 · Jan 2016
Touch
Sandman Jan 2016
Long have we forgotton how to feel.
To look into natural eyes.
Long have we forgotten that there so exists a real touch.
All the while the world fades away.
A call, a text, an electronic message to distract you from a simple touch.
A hug.
A kiss.
A feeling to assure you that you exist.
340 · Oct 2018
A Random Thought
Sandman Oct 2018
It feels as though life is just a modgepodge of thoughts drifting like autumn winds in a China shop.
These endless thoughts that carry the weight of fallen birds.
I was really tired, like exhausted and I started writing without thinking and this is what I wrote.
327 · Jun 2018
The Invasion
Sandman Jun 2018
Field of vision blocked.
Spaceship halo rays for us.
Slip into the sky.
327 · Oct 2017
Uncle Mattie
Sandman Oct 2017
Alone.
In a pick up truck.
Isolated from every one that matters to him.
Parked outside of a Chevron station.
Alchol is strong it becomes part of him.
Family members cutting him off.
Hope is only there in my mom.
She is the last hope.
My mom did realize how bad he had been suffering.
My mom was everything to my uncle.
Crying and screaming my mom found that Uncle Mattie was found dead in his truck.
The power of love is strong, it will never die. When you are committed to someone you could be there last hope.
My mom was everything to Uncle Mattie.
RIP Uncle Mattie.

Please send love and light to Uncle Matt and to my mom.

My mom kept my uncle alive for the longest time by giving love.
317 · May 2015
Its the end
Sandman May 2015
Its the end. The end of every flowing kiss of Mr.Bliss. Every smile you generated. Every child hugging and screaming at you. Its done. Its the end. Its the end of blue sky's and daisy filled meadows. The end of the gleaming shimmering stars. Your white shallow smile is now no more than a thin slanted slit between you lips . Your eyes once beamed a beam that no one could tolerate because it was so powerful. Now you have eyes of dead man. You started off like a gentle snowflake then someone picked you up, they rolled you along, many did this. It took so long to wait for it to stop always rolling along letting people roll your snow ball while you were trapped inside it. Now you are mentally drowned. You have now no longer control of your life. You are not you you are wearing mask.
Don't let people take control over you, your family, your best friend, your partner or anyone else.
314 · Nov 2017
Wake up
Sandman Nov 2017
Wake me up with your words.
Remind me that I'm still alive.
I woke from this hurricane.

I've been alone for a long time.
I feel I've been through a battle.
All my loose strings dangle cut.

I'm stuck in my head.
Feeling through my feet.
I can touch the wind;
Smell the nectar of the air.

Wake me up.
Don't let me sleep.
I know that there's hope;
I can feel it stuck in my throat.

I'm battered and smashed and I look like I've escaped a car crash.


Tell me you love me.
Tell me you care about me.
Tell me that I am not dead.


I'll go on and on
And on and on
And on till my days end if you
Wake me up.
310 · Apr 2018
Back to the Begining
Sandman Apr 2018
The reverse piano roll startles my memories I store inside me.
I whip-crack back to the begining.
A purple haze glazzing the infinite horizon.
Everything I've lost comes back.
As I go back the rapid flash of a thousand lightning strikes silently illuminates the intake of my breath.
We are just here under the light
While the remainders live in the darkness of tomorrow.
309 · Oct 2017
Space between the note
Sandman Oct 2017
The space between the note is a curious reckoning that flows through the vains in my fingers. A symphony in my head. Silence is the beauty of a song. With every choice there comes more choices. In every silence between the notes theres is the moment of eternal silence and the ability to choose.
307 · May 2015
Lost behind the wheel
Sandman May 2015
I don't know how. To get back on.To take back grip of what was once mine. Know here I am lost behind the wheel. It seems to be that every time  I reach to grab a hold it just dodges my grip. Now my palms are sweaty and salty from constantly trying to grip upon the wheel. Now here I am one hundred thousand years trying to reach for the wheel but I can't because my hands are tied upon my back. I'll just sit here watching my life happen, hands upon my back. Living a life of eternity is not so good when your hands are tied upon your back.
306 · Jan 2018
Painter
Sandman Jan 2018
Painter sits down
Strokes sun light dipped in moon light upon fjord.
Crystalline blood blooms from valley.
Bird flys high in the sky.
Wind speaks for the earth.
Splish
Splash
The waves crash amongst each other like uncontrollable dominoes.
In the forest
Alone are the spirits
Wolves and deer stand restrained by there own silence as the golden sun rises.  
The painter redips his brush.
305 · Aug 2018
Rainbows
Sandman Aug 2018
Insanity creeping up behind me.
On the soft note
I become the victim.
The colors of the rainbow are changing.
The colors are changing.
299 · Nov 2017
Winter air
Sandman Nov 2017
Today I woke up with the smell of snow cast upon my senses.
A cold grey shadow stretched like a quilt across the inside of my house.

Snow falling like wet feathers.
The intake of silence echos across the white glittering crystal blanket that is perfectly scattered hither and thither across my endless horizon.

I step outside to helplessly embrace the winter air. It fills me up like a tree in the summer filling up with water.
Snow drops dew upon my delicate eyelids.

While I inhale the snow exhales and together we work as one unit reckoning the perfect balance of the natural world as we know it.
I woke up this morning and it was snowing

I was inspired by Bon Iver
294 · Jun 2018
Mute
Sandman Jun 2018
A humming sound inside my cotton ears.
Vibrating at the speed of sound.
I can't hear your voice.
Between flaky birch trees there is a hidden mysterious wind.
We can not go back.
Ominous clouds craddle me in blessed light.
In this golden dust we sleep.
I shut my eyelids and let the weight of the universe hold me down.
Noise.
It's everywhere.
In the shadows of my life.
Through out my wholesome slumber it is quiet.
When I wake the sound will return
The sound will return.
The sound will return.
Inspired by Hearing Damage by Thom Yorke
290 · Oct 2015
Today for Tommarow
Sandman Oct 2015
I'll live every day like it's my last day because I never know I might be dead tomorrow. I'll have all the fun I possibly can. I'll forgive my enemies and enlighten my friends. I'll mend all of the tears in my life so if I die tomorrow I don't die unmended.
289 · Jul 2015
Flowers
Sandman Jul 2015
Flowers rot in my vase. I sit alone in an old abandoned house remembering the days that you existed. The memories we had.The laughs we shared. I am old and dieing. The flowers you gave me on the day of our wedding sat in a vase and I stared at them for ever. I stared at them even after you died. The pedals that were once white and beautiful and healthy are dead and brown and falling apart. But I'll fall apart with them, those flowers. I'll die not in a hospital bed but in our house holding those flowers to my heart. The flowers you gave me on the day of our wedding.
286 · Apr 2015
Tear Drops
Sandman Apr 2015
Scruffy hair and a broad blue face. Saddened eyes and a confused mind. Shallow whispers and chest pains. Those rivers are now flowing on his face taking away his spirit. Tear drops they are. One by one here they come, running away with his spirit. Here they come one by one, softening his face. They chose him first but I do indeed believe that your next. Run and hide but they'll always find you and they'll stick to you till you tear them off. And when tear them off, off with it will come part of you.
sadness
284 · Mar 2018
Dream
Sandman Mar 2018
Dreams sought to find sound;
to be real
Faces washed over me.
I'm pushing through a deaf crowd.
Its black and white like old film flickers.
An orchestra plays for me.
Dreams.
Dreams.
Dreams.
They go deeper and deeper the more the music speeds up.
Finally I snap like a twig.
I'm slammed back to where I was before.
Put out my mind like a wild fire.
Don't need my dreams today.
Only my time.
I look out the window as cars and faces
and busy bumbling people scrub
the surface of my window.
Time flies.
But after a while I start hearing a noise coming from the back of the room.
Kinda scratchy.
Kinda old.
Then louder and louder and LOUDER.
It was the sound of the music from my dream.
280 · Jan 2018
Time
Sandman Jan 2018
We are here in this time
Not that time
Nor any other time
But this time

Some where vivid in my dreams
Is a clock
Set for ever

When I wake up I will not know of
Time
Space
And my dreams

But only of you
272 · Apr 2015
dreams
Sandman Apr 2015
dreaming,dreaming, and dreaming
265 · Nov 2017
The Wolves
Sandman Nov 2017
You can count your steps one at a time
I'll keep track
Stack up the unforgivable memorys
Forget all the things I said
It doesn't matter anymore

I locked your heart outside in the
snow
For the wolves to feast on
For them to turn the snow red

King for queen
It doesn't matter because in the end
We'll all be dead
But I'll be the one digging your grave

This is the darkness that never ends
The unforgivable memorys that lay stacked on your grave

Something in me crys for you
But you don't answer
Now the wolves are hungry and I've locked myself out
264 · Dec 2017
The rustle of leaves
Sandman Dec 2017
We rustle black leaves with the trot of our feet. Our fleeting feet stumbling against the exhale of death.
We tripped.
We fell.
And all was swell.
Right before our last inhale.
Then we went pale.
262 · May 2016
The Universe
Sandman May 2016
We are only but a tiny speck in the infinite cloud of the universe. What if the universe was inside you and that every subatomic particle ever created had its own universe. There is only so far you can go in the third dimension. What if we were to travel to a place where nobody has ever gone to. The zeroth dimension. Hence the absence of everything. The void. A place where we could just be and not have things to distract us from whom we are made of which is just pure universe. Thus in the  third dimension we are always in a system that is based off of  right, wrong, good, bad, is there a god and is there not. If we were to enter the zeroth dimension we would let go of time and all that shackles us from becoming the universe. Because there is no universe, it does not exist. Only universes within every single subatomic particles exist.  Free from this place were pain and opinion are its roots that thread like the intersections of quilts from old sailors boats. When you let go of everything that tethers you down you began to realize why you are here. We have all been told that the reason why we are here is to survive. To make money. But is that why we are alive? Are we so busy working on surviving that we can never understand why we are here and why we are doing what we are doing. They say that the meaning of life is by far the most complex ideology that will ever exist and that even the deepest thinking philosophers can not determine why we are here and what is the meaning of it all. I think I have the answer to it all. For why we are here. We are here, not to make ends meet and to survive. We are here to be. Just to simply be. To unteather ourselves from this third dimension and to become one with the universe.
I was inspired by Cosmos: A Spacetime Odyssey.
258 · Oct 2017
War and Death.
Sandman Oct 2017
A bomb is born into the sky
Its mother a fighter jet.
Like a falling anvil the bomb rushs towards earth. It is excited to touch dirt.
Tanks are rolled out.
Guns straped to backs.
The iron clad diseal engine of the tank is deafening.
The sound of a gun.
Pow!
Pow!!
Pow!!!
Gut wrenching is the clicking sounds of the heavy iron guns.
Death is watching everyone.
He is waiting.
Watching
the every move.
The bomb hits the ground and death is there looking around in the ruble for any souls who have separated from their body.
A wave of air destroys every thing in its circualar path like a leaf blower.
From the outer radius of the bomb explosion the heat and force are slathered upon everything and everyone like honey barbique sauce.
And death stands in the field like a lone stag looking up to the above.
257 · Sep 2018
The Final Exhale
Sandman Sep 2018
Every now and then
A thought
Interludes
Inside of us.
Lingering orchestral emotions stranded on the deaf note of darkness.
All this in the final exhale.
246 · May 2015
Step Outside
Sandman May 2015
Outside there's a fun world. That's what everyone says. But outside you never what you could find. From mountains to muddy puddles to grassy filled meadows. You never know whats out there. Maybe there's a man giving away a million dollars for free or maybe there's a parade just up your street. And in all of you darkest days you thought just how fun everyone else was having and how you weren't having any fun at all. All you had to do is step outside take a deep breath and walk up your driveway turn what ever way you want continue going and going and going till STOP.No Its not a stop sign, I said stop because maybe you might stop and find something just wonderful. Something wonderful that you never knew about that existed just up the block.
I wrote this poem because i had discovered a really cool forest just up my neighborhood road and i have lived at my house for 12 years. PS and i'm still 12.
228 · Aug 2017
Flower of Death
Sandman Aug 2017
The hallow wind is relapsed across the
valley. Its breeze nurturing a dying blue tulip. Her pedals are worn out and she is chipping away like old paint. The silence is a curious reckoning always calculating and analyzing. The ground is solid and pure, it's body is covered in veins.
I can taste the salt in the river.
I can feel the rapid, ruthless, fluid that flows through the tiny piping system.
I see a man with a flower.
A gun blast can be heard.
His body just lying there, blood every where, watering the roots beneath him, and the flower proped against him as a sick joke told by death.
The valley smells of blood.
It reacts by destroying all evidence of imperfection.
Over time the man's body is swallowed into the earth.
A hundred more pickable flowers grow upon this man. All of them waiting for someone to pick them.
226 · Jan 2016
Feel
Sandman Jan 2016
If you are confused it is simply because you have not opened your eyes. Open your eyes. Open up your eyes, see with eyes unclouded by hate. You perceive what you perceive, what you see is only a projection to your mind. You must be wise and sort out the thought and feelings that make you sad and the thoughts and feelings that make you happy. You must learn to control your thoughts, if you do not do this then you will feel pain and suffering. Happiness and sadness are all opinion, so there no right way to be happy and there is no wrong way to be happy the same with sadness. All you have to do is feel what feels right for you.
This poem is dedicated to my uncle who passed away a couple weeks ago.
222 · Oct 2017
Loves clock
Sandman Oct 2017
Time stops.
Clock paused.
Faces all around made of dark concrete stone .
But yours is bright
Like a shining light.
Frames flip behind my eyes.
Do you even exist?
You ****** upon me instinctual relazation of my existence.
Don't look away.
Don't solidify into clay.
Unpause.
Clock begins to tick and tock
Like the rhyamatic nature of throwing a skipping rock.
But I am blind and can not tell time.
220 · Sep 2017
Fall storm
Sandman Sep 2017
Twigs falling.
Static tv.
Golden amber leaves soaked in old raindrops.
Grey skys.
Wind is whistling.
Trees are breaking.
There is a storm coming.
Coming for all of us.
Booming thunder.
And then the sky falls and the light shines through.
215 · Apr 2016
Stardust
Sandman Apr 2016
Why do we live? We live for tomorrow. We live our presence so we can  live our future. It seems like we are always waiting for a certain day to come and we wait and we wait and we wait. But in the time we wait we never take the time to enjoy all of the moments that life bears upon us . Life is,by far,way too short to only appreciate a few moments worth of contentment. Even if we were to live more than once we would never be the same.


In my mortal presence I walk from time to time carrying only the frames that life gave me as gift. In her existence I can only assume that I am alone. These frame. This book. Pages will fall from the book then will be burned to ashes. Ashes that are dryer than flour. Resting in my hands now waiting to be blown. Blown across the universe. Stardust. Stardust. Stardust.
205 · Aug 2015
Dream Man
Sandman Aug 2015
I am the dream man.
I am the traveler.
I am the man in your dreams.
I am the god of your mind.
166 · Sep 2017
Escape
Sandman Sep 2017
Shadows.
All around me.
They speak to me.
I'm watching static.
I see trees burn.
My eyes are open, unable to close.
Tripping on my thoughts, I'm trying to get to the door.
I count to four.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
As I move closer the door moves back.
Traped in my mind, I can not escape the noise.
Constant commotion ******* my emotion through my soul.
Falling backwards into the stars, I'm in constant motion.
165 · Oct 2017
Waste Lands
Sandman Oct 2017
There is a land where no man stands

A waste land.

Understand the carnations and tulips do not spread their wings.

And the crows and the ravens do not sing.

The dark sky above is looming.
Its mere mortal presence is listening
to everything.


Even the dead.


Faces are etched into stone
That
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Away.

Sand of stone.

The wind bellows and blows

Sands into the waste lands.
159 · Sep 2016
Never
Sandman Sep 2016
We will never know what's really going on inside each others heads.
143 · Dec 2017
Untitled
Sandman Dec 2017
Shape the world
don't let the world shape you.
132 · Oct 2017
Fat cat
Sandman Oct 2017
There once was a cat who was fat
And all he did was eat and chat.
Who dove for table scraps
And ate them in his naps.
Till one day he went all low-fat
My first limerick.

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