Rains pour down upon the withered kingdom reminiscent of the apple in direct contact to the open sun rays

A cold wind breathes exhaling and inhaling passed ruined crop fields complimenting itself in a swaying motion

The corn fields once as bright as the sun, now as black as the soil whence it came forth and flourished from

Vines grow upon the grey stone like a fire burning the surface of a tree wildly spreading until its victims collapse

This territory complimented an old man who was once king but sits as idle as stone

The drunken old man who said he could live without this, with his speech slurred

Calling out that kingdoms word

That kingdoms name

That kingdoms definition

The King of Acrimony

The house had a strange familiar smell

A scent of cloth new mixed with fresh smell moisture

This scent smells that of a pine smell on the run, streaking down an oak table

A forest with no pathways untouched by human being

The sounds of rivers, a waterfall lets all your fear go

A smell that brings comfort to one’s soul

The sky is pale and dry of all reaction

A day where no one’s awake

Something is not in my mind where something belongs

What else is there to do lately?

I Welcome myself to an endless night of dreams

Watch the sky bleed its sunset and fade away

watch me beg for it not to go away

I've been looking for the North Star lately

Something to wash away my memory

I don’t know where to go lately

I'm looking to to empty skies

North star lost all meaning

I'm losing the meaning of all space and time

If the universe were shaped like your heart it would be a turmoiled earth

Champagne oceans pumping streams into place

A theater for the universe's dark center

Viewed as the actor on the screen,

So alone is this figure,

the sun says to him: “hello, how do you do?”

The skies they all murmur “rain will come soon from my blue womb”

The ground screams ****** where ye walk

The universe screams at life

Bring up the past, and realize you can never go back.

So look on towards tomorrow

Light the candle and put it to bed, sleep shall brighten the dark

What you can’t see believes in you.

What you are seeing is opportunity

Reflected is this obscure confused entity

Light the candle and shine upon yourself true dreams only reached by divinity

The inner child would insist not too waste away in your skin.

So may the inner light consume you.

Your beautiful smiling eyes are just a battlefield for thoughts for seeing past the dark

So stare up, up at the sky so bright

Up, at the blue sky fluorescent of sun rays feeding grass trickled upon by rain

Look up towards the past and realize……

Look on towards tomorrow

Tomorrow is up for grabs

If I were to write a book, the words would prescribe me a dosage of self help.

If I were to read that book, the words would listen and diagnose me meaning, whilst I’m kicking and screaming

If I were to read aloud the book, it would say, “They call me a rain cloud”

What if I was the book, the book would say:

I’ll be your thimble: But I’ll let the needle ***** you on the thumb for your sense of reality

Sew your tears for torn premises lost in a fear of what’s out their.

Cover thy hand past the rugged fingers, “fear not, for I am that stitch to heal all open fissures.  Come, weep and cry out for me.  I’m waiting.”

Minds create matter and minds create fiction

Come logic, prove to me science isn't science fiction

Define the physical laws of a religioned unpronounceable entity

I think physical laws could be fiction.  Science fiction

Voices of angels call out

Yet melodies of birds in early mornings interrupt the signal

Logic to be misunderstood possibly

Spirit must be fiction, an art conformed to fictionalize rationalization

Maybe everything is just fact

And we just choose what to learn and choose what to forget