So shameful to be with me
I do now know the horrible piercing to my sound.
Walking it off never proved anything.
Colors fade when you color as does your face.
Sitting, waiting, for what
Everything and everyone makes me question me…
Bed sheets are nothing to everyone.

A beam of glass
Turns into a funnel
Observing small micros
Feasting on me
While it all twirls
More into a mess

Dear, Justin Grabenschroer

We are please to inform you sir
Get out while you still have the time
Or staircases will melt when you occupy them
Doors will take you into other dimensions
Bowls of cereal will…well that’s a whole different stage you won’t want.
When drastic emergencies break out flashlights will turn on you.  

When the last standing moment comes in front of you
Don’t be startled or scream like a hooligan
When sleeping is an issue

The story ended before it started
We all knew the circumstances
For this though, we didn’t seem to understand
Columns made more sense

I believe pedestrians always have the right away
Even when traffic is changing more and more

Rain removes the lacquer of lotion from my face
Walking around the outline of dirt
No, no, no, this can’t be true
Please tell me this is a dream

Stopping is only a steady pace away from going
This letter has been delayed for some era

Finish what was never started

Sky climbing is the optimum reason
I’m still reaching for the chances with you my dear

Deep cleaning the air with my lies
Diving back down towards the water zone

Casually faking what I truly meant to say
Boiling down the points to the upcoming ******

Moments lingering behind this setup
Ideas melting sliding closing shattering

Behind this glowing sunrise sets upon another sunset
Winds twisting me into an oblivious maze

Universes collide forming new breathable air
Kiss upon your forehead, is the end

Water winding upwards towards the clouds
Leaves flowing with the winds distance.
She powers over the mind, body, and soul.
Delegated by how much she wants, she doesn’t over look the consequences.
Provided the children with the ordered plans
Time here doesn’t matter.

Because this place is beyond us

As the seasons change
Beware what you think before
Mother Nature strikes

Seeing a glimpse of the plan
Was not part of the plan

Relapsing overturned the plan
Into tiny pieces of luck

Pieces of luck that
Could be used for future reference

Dark stairways dwelling down the path
Towards a broken song for the ones who believed

Jealousy overshoots the pain
Seeing a hyper reality in my reality