Here we are,
there we were,
watching matters
flutter by...

Without sight,
out of mind.
Closed off from the view
that we all carried…

With, or without me…

Or the line passed onto you.

I can see still
a place we have,
like looking back
at the stream we passed…

Laying down I’m taken back...

With a flash I see again…

With not a care
we float on by
on the ground
while in the sky.

I’ll be flying smoke screens on Venus's ******.

At the drop of the letter orange
an orangutans purse strings pulls at my wallet.

A corpse's spindle finger pointing me in a direction…

Trees bending shadows to blind the day.

A wind whispering to me in a human tone.

A madness telling me to leave it alone.

I’m so at home it’s unknown
and overly underwhelmed.

I’m grabbing at the helm,
but it was holding me afloat.

I pushed down so hard
by the time I pulled back
it broke under the pressure
of not understanding how to cope.

A final rope cutting me.

A blackened fuel from a golf swing
placing my humanity upon the desert’s green.

I could believe anything
if I will accept my own lies...

A twisted frame from a mangled mind.

It’s only just polished time
that gave us away...

A reflection show portraying all others
in directions we now sometimes go.

A final stroll down a scars
burrowed walkway
leading me back towards
the one remaining vertebrate…

An amphibian brain
in a leader of men.

I didn't even point it out,
all over again.

I’m too much of a predator for this place…

Or maybe not enough…

Somebody will strike tonight
and it’s on the face of them all.

This place is as awkward as a high school ball,
but with our chaperones allowance of alcohol.

If I sound bitter it might be true,
but more realistically
it’s just the reflection of the portrait of you.

I stare and turn away.
(out of embarrassment)

I look again
and force myself to turn.

The third time’s where I stick around
and try to figure it out...

To try to learn....

I see dark lights
and friendly faces;
bashful peeks
and longing glances.

It’s not enough to say,

‘Hey.’

You have to scream it.

I wasn’t meant for you
but I’ll make you believe it...

The night will take us all
and tomorrow will take us back.

I’ve been had between them so often
I’m about to crack...

Oh no,
I’ve gone and said it...

It’s there for the stare;

Used and abused
pushed locked cut blown fuse.

I’ve been miss lead by
a beautiful muse...

Yeah whatever…

I know it’s no use.

(Along with the Atmosphere)

Here we are again...
another look to stare.

You’ll wait for me to come your way,
I’ll stay over there.

I can’t seem to be bothered to be
removed from my selfish chair.

Didn’t you know that I no longer cared?*

It’s as worn as my welcome,
which is gone in such a way
that one could believe
I was never there...
                
...or here.

I forgot what moment was which…

...It’s too late.

I’m already bewitched
by the thoughts that I have streamed
and it’s gone along with every dream
That we have ever dreamed....

...which didn’t seem too important to me.

I heard reality,
abrasive and pane’d,
she was cruel,
but not as cruel as thee...

Who can only serve to fit
                                                             ­                  the most unfitting of endings.

S.  T.  A.  R.  T.  I.  N.  G  

A  T  

S o m e t h i n g

S. O.

S i m pl e

And then
Ending with some thing a little more complex…

Don’t stay
with people
who make
your world
grey.

But give them
a chance
and hear
what they
have to say.

Maybe
your colours
will rub off
onto
their easel,

and a streak
will change
their canvases
complexion
forever.

Was it all worth being
blown away,
floating on by,
capture in a ray,
and then invisible
without a taste?

The ghastly dark lit place
plays positives
that would not exist
without their counterparts,
or a nagging nuance
that’s overstayed
and welcomes in
yesterday.

You can not hear it
after it leaves,
but only within
a memories dream
where imagination kisses
the glitter of the stars
and their time to shine
is spent on speaking their minds.

I still haven’t thought of an answer
to a question that I had forgotten...
(was never asked)

Before opportunity breaks preparation
and luck flees forever,
leaving usurped substance
behind in an eternal void,
I see the wind changing direction
and what I thought was lost
comes back again to greet me…

Once more
I find the thought,
and then go on
with the rest of my plot.