Sailboat on a purple sea
Yellow skies are all she sees
Lonely Captain at the helm
Lord o’er all her ocean realm.

Sailboat on a purple sea
Sailing through Eternity
The yellow skies reveal her ardor
Searching for inlet or harbor.
Where she can safely drop her anchor
Without hostility or rancor
Stay forever, or a day
If on a whim she sails away.
To search again for other shores
Unmindful of the ocean’s mores.
Sometimes storms impede her course
Fill her journey with remorse
Thunder sounds a deaf’ning roar
Through driving rain, can’t see the shore
Lightning bolts around her flash
As if to call the Captain brash
For thinking that she has control
Over purple ocean’s vitriol.

If ever she regrets her plight
When yellow skies turn dark at night
And midnight storms have lead to loss
She rights the ship and bears the cross
And waits for morning dawn to break
Sun through last night’s rain will make
A rainbow reaching far away
Certainly it will show the way
To steer her sailboat that day.

Sailboat on a purple sea
Yellow skies are all she sees
Buoyant Captain at the helm
Lord o’er all her ocean realm.
PwL 04/21/15

confined to four blank walls my whole life
my soul untethered, my hands chained to walls
escaping through my own mind time after time
wondering what the outside world must look like
I’ve always been a dreamer, a romantic, a fantasist
I try to escape, I fail, I try again
my legs are ****** and my abdomen scarred
there are marks of defeat on my face
and a fire burning in my eyes
for no life is truly lived if it is not lived free
and no death is truly death, if it sets you free

so burn me to ashes and turn me to flame
then scatter me across the globe
may tulips grow from my empty eye sockets
and roses between my ribs
may apple trees grow from my fingers
and old ferns from my neck
sprinkle me in the deepest river
and toss me in the valleys of snow
empty me into the soil and let me grow
and once that is done, I will finally be able to see
the world I’ve always dreamt of coming to me
in death I will find my living
and in death I will find my peace
*light me on fire
and set me free

it's all a buzz inside me
cotton fluffed between my ears
and ceaseless crickets droning,

like a tuning fork that never ends
but always holds the pitch
of time and undivided space.

an empty shell peering out at life
stuffed with eternal noises
of neurons crackling.

where's the fun in cotton candy
when it's stuffed inside my head?