Insane some, wild some
Show some

Right then, they them
Palatable Showmen

High hold, glimmering gold
Unfaithful men of bold

Hypnotic beads of satin,
Women of exotic

Crippling scars at birth
Becomes this fellows  worth

Odd...
Melodies of Nightmares

A mirror, a hole - of Human's participating role
Amused, by Truly our fears our utter disgust,
But under the tent one feeling robust

Hidden in intoxicating luster
Mildly prompting the feelings of pride, and a condescending guise

Under the Fabricated tent, there's a disgrace
We feel beauty, oh how I, the better man!

Only because it's not our face

Oh but a haze.....

A fog, a blow
Oh but a weariness.......

Oh but a fallacy. A curse.
Unless embraced, unless held with care.

The haze can confuse,
Lose you....
The haze, is hanging angel, a shining curse.
If torment will come -- you can allow it to.
If the haze is taken slowly, it can caress you.

There is nothing but freedom and madness.
There is nothing but darkness and pure light.

At the harbor, the docks shake and anchor.
But out at sea there is nothing to guide you.....

And the haze can be the meaning you put.
The winds will blow the direction you gear.
And the haze can be nothing but a story you tell it.

By birth we are ...
Broken into two, one side to touch the sky
One side,
Tangled, and entrenched with layered roots - lineage hissing 'quiet' 'quiet girl'
Our legs Imposed to stay bounded, rooted

A wall continuum, changing of colors
Shapes, Names, Stories, Only the world shakes harder....
Centuries of walls slashing, but the spectators chuckle at the caged song bird
Waiting for its tune. Plucking the feathers?!

Oh, When will
Our names will be filled with love?
When was the Rose unafraid to share it's scent?
Beauty, love, asking for nothing!

But what lies beneath and above
The roots and the sky.
Stuck in between, but bound by shackles of beneath....
If leaving, alone, this woman - Will be rendered hopeless?
Unhappy, unfulfilled, without meaning or purpose.

More, much more - you hold half the sky so touch it - bare handed

Carefully caressing your cheek
Fretting fiercely over fig cake
Greeting gracefully
Gorging gloriously

Happily humming hyms heroically
While finishing fig cake ferociously

Starting in p ending in y

Plainly pointing the position
The poppies placed with percision

Deliciously devilishly delightful
Boy! Fig cake filled me up...

Sitting, satiating sizable crumbs
Placed on the poppy plate

Suddenly the slightest smell sinks my sore eyes
I decided to rise to go to bed

Ahhhhhh....

Emotional Emotional Wreck
There is nothing that will turn your brain off and on like a dream wiped away
Your fantasies were potent
Not potent enough to speak your thoughts
Not thick enough to grasp the day and shake it in your hands

Messy Messy Head
A rocking chair could do less damage
A roller coaster of energy
Negativity plummeting in your hands
Left with a sigh of relief, yet regret

Burnt Burnt Face
Hot with sour emotions pouring into your veins as a very reminder of your loss
Your regrets
Your pain
Your mistakes

Started in your head
Will not end in your Head
It will end in your heart

In nights hymns of reflection of betterment we stick stemmed to the roots
Tasting drops hung from its very branches
Suckling safely tucked truths before our gallows torment tempting the untruth.
Where must we speak?
I believe these untruths hold us wearily before we feel like thousands of acres of horses stampede on our soul.
Must they have a name?
Hidden beneath such a budging burden is an empty chest of looming crates casting us out
Can we fill our emptiness with what we desire is a whole in our truest destinies?

Simple, grounded - finding nurture in small things
Soar - painted wings brought to your eyes, burning

As a kite, homely, heightened, free

Finding home
Simultaneously Guiding your eyes on the way to your truth...
Your divinity

Morning dusk weakens me
Holds me
The grandfather clock ticks
The stained cabinets sit idly
The sprinkles of dust laying
Reminding me of last night

A wish kept beneath the stairs
Was there
Granite and stone freeze
My feet walk upon a frozen wish
Locked, quietly breathing
Carrying me to where I am now

How can I phrase this?
Lamely laid - I've paid my way to my own grave, but I changed
Transformed
It's the day I will exclaim in pity pools and parade budded skies
My lovely hearts are carried to fry
It's why?  

It's city kings and big boxed lords sitting on lards of lush and luxury
Delivering to the mouths and blistering our hearts
And keeping the steel wall closed from ourselves - we become the consuming  generation

Airdropped from to the earth from a contained hedonistic lair.
We grow in every way and grow through every day
Listen...
Look...

Feel.

Can you digest what you see?
Can you see, the cruelty painfully pushed as a casualty
Covered like up like a felony
Treated like no biggie
Thee eyes no nothing of what they see
Their story is morphed

And no one wants the truth

So we sit in silence

Until the world sees what I see - justice

The dungeon
The tortuous feelings-craftily hinged to the lock
My tumoltuous feelings
Breeding
A delusional reality, painstaking presents

Watching the figure dance with another
Dancing
Squishing
Swishing
Motions run by deviously
Your body pangs in utter despair
As your delusional reality never began with a simple

Hello

In another dimension in a little glass I am screaming at you
Telling you to look the other way
See the other one
The sound of time is prohibiting me to speak

I can see you need me. I was you earlier
I am watching you and I am crying
Watching you let go of your grip
Turning the other cheek
And feeling afraid to speak up

I know the ending but not enough wind, rain or sun will change you
Im watching you waiting
Fantasizing, dreaming, and feeling
But not doing

The grip of temptation grabs you down
You make the wrong choice and with my view I cry
I am so frustrated because you were one click away

The natural forces  of earth will not weave this union
I am afraid my time is up
You now know what you must do
I am afraid I was to late

Clover hands grasp
Temptation a las
Come, my oasis paradise
The blooming golden age
The calamity of beauty
Can you Dream of brisk lavender petals?

My hands covered in sequins
My mouth gorges chocolate towers

Once, the moon set
Once, a bottle collided with the wind
Once, my rope lifted
Once, I ran

Surrounded,
Yet free
My society in shambles
I'm tasting the bittersweet reality

I feel a poignant lover behind me
Blissful hatred - starry night filled with threats
Crowded in an empty space
Shut ourselves in
Distance perceived
My oasis of loneliness perceived

My weary hands can't hold all weight
I sacrifice my hands for you
To give, to hold, to heal
If you come to me,
I will gently carry you
I will plow the soil dawn to dusk
Working in the piercing sun

The sweetest rose
Gently touching the sky
My speckled head flowing with determination

My glowing eyes
The streams of steadfastness breathe inside me
For I, the thick roots, which one lies on
Comforting and secure, wrap beside me
For I will lie beside you - for as long as time

I'm not a monk
I'm not a pastor
I don't call myself the savior
My name does not rhyme with self righteous behavior
But I try, Oh I try to be good

Decent in this world, but my palm stretches itself thin
Trying to collect all the pain and hatred in this world
In doing so I receive permanent scars.
I can not face the bars of this life
This life I desperately want to come home to

I will try oh, I will try to save you all
I may be foolish, hungry, and to idealistic, but for me this room seems white
I may be standing on a land mine, or a gold mine.
Each microcosm I pass I want their microcosm to explode with
Euphoria, Awakening, Enlightenment, and Healing when we meet

These will not be my last words that I speak
These are not the last things I am thinking
But in my heart you will see better days
And I will see oh, I will see you again

Bodies of celestial beings
Beaming inside brimming with glistening specks close enough to touch but far enough to gaze
A whisper touches your arms
It pecks, breathes, creeps on the crook of your neck

She's the whisper of every wind
Every few drop
Sliding down your cheek
Held into a crystal
Hung against the illuminating sun
Rays spreading on a rainbow

So, once was told to a shy girl the world was hers...
In fright, in sheer terror - the world for her was under the covers
The dancing trapeze animals alive in her blanket -- consistently distracting her from her abstract, constant fears
The wondrous squeals joined in with her, other children too.
The quiet tent, tight, small, concealed.

Nothing would leave -- the ideas of far reaching dreams would stir floating about, in the tent's humid, sweaty, sticky cover - like swirling fireflies
The tent was alive, contrived of dreams - dreams bigger than her palm.
And she never wanted to leave
Never.
She always slept with the blanket over her head, up until she was old enough....

Time passed, the blanket was to small to cover her head.
She felt the cold air press against her soft, rosy cheek
But, it was a stinging cold,
One she could not shake.

And it was there the hot air, turned into frightening pierces of reality.
Bare to the chill, bare to it all.
Bare to her very core.
But the tent was no longer a tent.

She felt the sting in her skin.
Sting in her veins. Her blood.
The emptiness of the golden blanket, oh, what a circus tent it was to her youth.
A blanket of dreams, a blanket of play, a blanket were the freedom of life could grow, develop, flourish -- ignite!
Now, it's just a blanket.
A blanket were anxieties, deep fear, depression, pent up rage, do not find the light of day in a circus getaway