I could only see through altered sensory

Clearly drowning subconsciously
Open wide beneath dark clouds brewed consciously

The familiar breeze that once calmed me

I no longer feel

She only qualms me

The mentally numb have become physically sick
I can't stand the rocking on this ship

So accustomed to life at sea

Flashes of lightning dance with me
A tearstained deck under my feet

I loved the taste

It smelled sweet

The salt and the sweat
All of our heat

A fleeting thought to a fleeting dream
A passion; a craving
An addictive sting

Something dark
An elusive charming

Velvet eyes that see no scarring

They see appeal
A dripping deal

An illusion of trust
A ******* of lust

Something gray with less shame
A sensation with more pain

The death of self and scraping of grain
Vanity masks a permanent stain

****** soothing leads to romantic bruising

How long can i refrain

Longing to escape his clutches
A subtle begging for aggressive touches

A breeze is building

Something soft
She sees the risk but wonders the cost

Constant hunger needs constant filling
This yearning insider her wont stop spilling

Torment lined with silver
A blooming darkness deep within her

A glint of light appears afar

Beauty and tragedy
A dying star

The wind is coming

She can feel my scars
A pain that can't be seen

Cracked lips fill with sensual screams

The freedom she seeks
Passion
Adaptive and flowing

The storm is here

The wind stops blowing

Beyond the realm of everyday
In mankind’s attempt
to portray the mystical and metaphysical
Sounds are bent

The Shepard’s tone is heard
But a human presence is felt
For in each note you hear a breath
An exhale from within
that make the soul melt

sounds made with air
a human quality
For it needs to breathe like you and me
Bringing the feeling of Religiosity

Stone walls and Choirs
Stained glass and pews
Added with The *****
Sets a polyphony muse

~ p.w

I am a small boat in a big ocean, all alone tugging along a wrecked ship...

Nights pass with heavy loads and day breaks with hardwork, yet I tug alone my wrecked ship...

Many storms come along, with tide so swift that I nearly lose my grip on my wrecked ship, lightening so bright and thunder roars gives me shivers of doubt that I might not make to the shore with my wrecked ship...

With a high aim and certainty, I tug along with my wrecked ship...

Days go by and I still see no land, will I be able to safely shore my wrecked ship...

Sometimes I see land but my sight has gone so blurry that even reality passes my sight...

Thinking I was taking the right path to the shore but the waves sway me in all directions, it's hard to tell which direction I am in now...

It's a big ocean and am all alone tugging my wrecked ship...


©sim