Crystalline clouds scattered across the heavens.
Ideas floating though my head seem to be just out of reach.
Screaming meaningless sounds.
Write a song, write a song.
Challenges, overcome challenges.
Write a song.
Write a song.
Write a song.
Write a song.
Write a song.
Write a song.

There is nothing more surreal than reminiscing past moments.

Rain to snow, snow to ice. Blinded by damp hair and sleet. Running down a steep ***** with tonights beer in one hand and in the other half assed tax forms that will most likely be audited by a depressed overweight bureaucrat who gets nothing better out of life than crushing lives of young suckers who didn't pay attention or toss the wrong receipt. He doesn't want your explanations, your excuses, he wants your soul. He wants your soul to fill the void. That gaping hole that was enlarged after his wife divorced him and won sole custody of his three little children. Nothing else left but to pass on his own misery and depression

I want to feed the world,
feed them my energy,
feed off me and I will enjoy,
grow off my spirit,
eat past my body,
gnaw on my bones,
**** out my marrow,
use my strength as your own,
I have no need.

Disturbing as it sounds, you will surely enjoy it.

Dreams, dreams are the seedlings of reality. The unconscious subconscious. The hidden drive. The Devine truth, you hold in your mind.

You know the truth. You are the truth. All things are inside you and you, inside all things. The fabric of space, the essence of time. All things material, all things immaterial, God if you wish to use a "holy" word.

Holy, you are all things holy, you hold infinite potential to preform all things holy. All things are holy. Holiness lives within, holiness lives all around us.

The blind man sees it, the ******* feels it, the dead man knows it. Once you stop looking... there it is...

The walls hum with insects,
With hands as cold as ice she grabs my neck,
Life force slowly ebbs,
Lights flicker like fire,
Warmth drained from the soul,
The ocean rushes closer...

I hardly know you but you seem really neat.
You are a vegetarian so you don't eat any meat.
I hope to see you New Years so we can have a blast!
And then in the future, we will think about the past.
If you are having a rough day, please do not fret.
Tomorrow will be 100% better I bet!
This poem is to cheer you up and show that I care.
Your day will get better, Miss. Holly Brown Bear.