Say a word for the silent genius.
Amongst us he resides.
Propeling soul-drift through storm clouds of conformity.
He deserves to hear due praise.
Shoveling snow fallen from farmiliar unappriciated skies.
A unique snowflake does the shoveling.
What heaping connective mushy surroundings does he dig through.
Penetrating the patterned populous.
May his search provide heat.
May the water flow to quench our every united thirst.
Say a word for the digging in silence.
The silent genius.

In recent effents. An undurled experience release a revelation that have reptured my previously durable ambitions.
A free thinkng fantasy. Was to have a voice that could move souls in the way some have noutured mine.
Alas on an ordinary unrepressed weekday I find myself ****** in a climactic judgement day for my previously displayed visions.
I found myself arounded by poetential assistants to finally lighting the spark that may lead to these fantasies to gainly a lively tone.
Musitions and I came together in a spontaneous gathering of the subjected topics being discussed and performed in a casual tone.
While the turn strummed their beat up six strings i merely nodded my head and let the music claim my conciousness. A farmiliar and personally well admired tune began playing. One of the gentlemen asked if I know the lyrical content of the contempory composition. After I informed him that I did the road of the dreamroad was about to split and i would make the pivitol turn through audition now. I was struck with overwhelming bashfulness and nervy contraction. It was time.
I took all the courage I had left. And rattled the shell of the cowardous creative chartacter who lives within me, and I sang. I sang as clearly and well as I possibly could. I gave a performance of my ambitious alter ego that even I had not seen.
After the song came to a close, andd my heaet returned to place from my throat. I recieved a nonchealaunt response to this desperately hopeful side. "You didn't like, sing in a choir or anything did you?" I answered him.... "no"..... The other judge drew back the curtains and the question was answered, and it was preceeded with a chuckle, and it wss all finished with a "we can tell."

There were times when I ruled the dreams
No difference between the future of reality
and the world in my womb garden
Green grass
Clear skies
Warm breeze
Those days would surely last forever

Now a sense of senial reality prevents ******* of those lucid thoughts
I dream for those dreams to return.

They call me The Astronaut, cause she was my World you see?
Until she needed Space, and decided she'd leave me.
Now I am just drifting, alone in the Galaxy.
The Stars I'm passing by, they don't look like Stars to me.

You move through the avenue.
Sirens guide the way.
Burning hands in frozen rains.
Turns the stains away.

Indigo. Indigo away.

Lazily the thunder purs.
As you run away.
Wonder where the colors go.
Under skies so gray.

Indigo. Indigo away.

There's a way to get there, though the cloud,
is threatening and the thunder loud
One road will take you to the scene,
where dreams come true and grass is green.
There are many paths from which to choose.
One will win, while most will lose.
How do I make such great decisions?
I wish I had clairvoyant visions.

This is the day of the splitting path
Take one more glance, know it'll be your last
So aching to watch you go
But no mistaking, I do know
Why you have to
I would too if I were you you

I have your photo, in an ancient frame
Across my soul, is a tattoo of your name
I cried when I wrote this song
Wiped my tears and wailed "so long!"
You'll make it this time
You're too perfect to be mine mine