There is one, whose piercing-orbs
See wholes yet to be fragment.
To turn what’s warm to frigid-glass,
Take what’s heated, make shivering mass
Even Earth’s-skin is met with cooling tint

Be careful, one, with soul of ice,
Be weary of the fall.
For frozen things, with a clattering ring,
Will surely shatter to a million things
When felled from heights so tall.

What are these pangs
That wake me from my slumber?
Hunger?!? You devilish *******,
My own worst enemy, what ***** is this?
Come to fight me on my own turf,
How dare you? Not even bothering to show your own face.
How fare you? So poor that you must come bother me,
A plump little house cat such as I, truly
You disgust me. Hiss.
.......
From the land of the warming rays you would pluck me
My own sacred home, you disrupt me!
But of course Hunger never goes away on its own,
It’ll ***** at you and **** and wear you down to the bone
Until you feed it some delicate morsel,
Like tuna, perhaps. I was always partial
Towards tuna.
.......
Hunger’s a real witty foe, too,
Never facing you head on, no
It’s much too smart for that.
The fool makes you walk to the kitchen.
That’s about thirty ****** steps for me,
God I despise it; but then of course I have to prep for it!
Mewing pitifully and rolling around on my back,
Enticing that lazy-**** human to tally from his track
And come feed me. Jesus, pity me,
I know I do.
........
“Oh, look at the cute little kitty fuzz awww”
Oh ******* and feed me you ****
“Aw but you’re such a fat little cat! You don’t need the food!”
I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch it, what was that?
I’m dying of hunger over here, mate.
You’re not going to feed me? Just walk away?
Very well, you’ve made your play.
I’m gonna go **** in your shoes,
How’s that for a how-do-you-do?
........
Hunger, my mortal enemy, my only friend,
You’ve won this fight, but it’s not the end.
You might grumble my stomach in sweet revelry,
Taking joy in my delicious misery-
But hark, what’s this before me??
Oh hunky dory, ~purr~
... There’s no way he’s this stupid, for sure...
Oh, but there is, though it cannot be!
My master’s, (unawares), left out a morsel for me.
You hear that, Hunger, it’s fantastic, I’ve won!
(Even though you’re victory had only just begun),
Dear fat master had left out his food, you see
And now I shall feast and set my hunger free.
For in front of me, O Sweet Salvation!
... A sandwich, for my consumer-ation.

A clock hand twirls everyday
Steady and soft, uncertainty's delay
Is not felt, never to be faced
By clocks that tremble to keep pace

Then watch as you make time speed up
Hands spin faster from your disrupt
Hear as sound goes from tick to tumble
Then a boom and a crash, see them stumble

Your element, steady as waves and the ocean
Made it accelerate, literally increase motion
And heat up, from the most basic of notions 
When simple clock ticks become an explosion

Does the world not stop as it turns on it's gears?
Pause as it's shook by ticking commotion
How can everything not **** it's head to hear
When those little beats become an explosion

Does nothing ever turn to witness this rush-
Or see- Or feel- this explosive feat? 
Then whispered, following the lightest touch,
You say:
"I can feel your heart beat"

I invite you now to walk with me,
Take my hand you wanderlust soul.
Close your eyes so you can see
These things of which I think and dream.

First the night sky, that star-splattered eye
The moon, its iris, bright silver light.
When blinking, dies to sun-lit day
The lid that keeps all-dark at bay.

And as with all eyes this one cries
Droplets of water like falling tides.
Rain drums down on thirsty sand
The brushes of a close friend’s hand.

Travel now across the dunes,
The sand unraveling in cool night air
And spreading ‘cross the still parched earth
Little thoughts and notions it will consume.

Reaching a crest, you spot a silhouette
Of buildings, like teeth, that snarl at the sky.
Wonder then at hidden virtues,
Placed amongst the sinful hues.

Venture, now, to the city
Whose shimmering lights the dark defy.
Envision now the light of sin
The glare that sends all love to die.

Herein we see the embers burning
Chunks of coal that leave us yearning.
Our minds outpace reality to bliss
Leaving them to burn in deadly furnace.

Here more than elsewhere I misplace my thoughts
Losing them to fiery draught
But other places yet occupy this land
Than cities and dunes and a comforting hand.

There is a place where sound takes shape
Kinetic colors that move, whirl and sway
To beats and rhythms, they dance away
Holding intrusive thought at bay.

While high above, the angels soar
“It’s a strange world”~ and they would know;
While soft guitars do strum below.
Their cadence hum and softly roar

Roads meet, twist, and converge,
Disappear into tunnels, do they ever emerge?
Their paved surfaces running back and forth,
While passing one and another, a third, a fourth.

I leave you now with this mirage
This, my personal mental image.
They are my dreams and reveries
This place where I shall ever be.