A crystal voyage
Revealing the depths of time
Cast away Travel
through the travels of time
From a thought of perfection
To the make and model itself
Inventions molding our existence

bright lights, over heated sidewalks

lights shine like a ten foot sun

hotter than the sahara

warmer than the stones

Cold by dusk, only to get replaced by noon


Walk down to the theater

see all the biggest shows

on your way there say hi to Tom

the nicest cab driver in town


money flows in every second of the say

money gets burned every minute of the hour

money is laundered from front to back

in comes the mafia truck

out goes the last of the day


our actors line up two by two

folded arms lay upon the piano

“hello waitress” says the man at the bar

“here is your tip, go grab me a star”


walk out the back and search the alley way

find a old quarter on the ground

light up a cigar…

taste the sweet smell of chocolate in the air

to bad its gone now

floated on back to the theaters bounds

its not the rejection that hurts me
just the way you said it, waiting until I was
at my most vulnerable state
where everybody could see

Hello again soft complexion
black and white mood
you continue to follow me back
no matter the mood

you stick by me time after time
through the hollows of hell
to the happiness of peace

you followed me out of womb
you continued to stay
day after day

thank you again
soft mirror image
until we meet again

I watch as the sun gazes over the moon

cancels the night, makes way for day

tries to scramble for an answer

but no time to find a speaker


i hate the fact that the ocean is so cold

cant bring out my raft to float

needed to build a fire

but no wood around

needed to find the moon

only the sun crosses me now

needed to blend some colors in a row

lost my brush inside a black hole


planted a seed the other day

eventually threw it away

dirt was too firm, not even the ocean could bring it up

washed away my past

made a hole in my future


crosses the ocean today

to bad i shot myself threw my prey

laid on the floor, looked like a mess

ate some green leaves, jumped up and out of my dress

dug myself a hole down near the waterfront

laid in it for a little bit

slowly started to drown


crossed all my T’s and dotted all my I’s

sat back up from my hole

no one not even the rain

could shun me like this


broke the sound barrier yesterday

screamed inside my arm to pass the time

figured i was a mental wreck

didnt care... was already dead

Knifes and dagger slice open the air

cuts out every ***** from its body

Rips out the lungs, draws out the wind

fills it in a jar, keeps it safe from the gin


Gas container lids open up

miles deep inside a blue velvet cloth

edges torn and shaved down to skin

drenched in the oil, making it grasp wind


For he who blows up a candle or two

for he who crawls out of the damaged womb

for he who cries out to a greater cause

still broken from its last reprise

but the wind picked up…


For dagger and knifes that open the air

split eyes wide open hoping there is no flare

cause the flare causes a spark

a spark within the air

carried over blue seas

oceans breeze

for the wind touches the spark…


hits the gas lid

blows up the entire mind

causes the soul to find

a new wind they say

too bad that wind is gone

some sick radiation now haunts the air


for the explosions in the sky are too great to compare

too great to stare

too great to float up, to fragile to let down

for the soul has no life

no problem now

I live inside my head

my head is my crown