these days, i just want to disappear from view. wanting to hide from the world just to be able to follow my heart and stay true. i would see never ending skies of blue while sipping on a mid-summer morning brew. i've walked this earth without having a clue. all i had was the sense to always look for something new. to find the words that can get me away from this worldly zoo. every now and then, i hear someone knocking on my door. as i open it, i realize that who ever it was, is no more. then, i try to look for the piece of me that you tore. so there i stood, ready to settle the score. my mind is now ready to restart so i could explore. i see people sitting up to gloat. but for every sound that would float, from the rustic sound within their throats, is a groan. oh, and they moan, they moan. better were the days when man said, "to each is own." but now, we couldnt care less on what skills to hone. we tear on each others' walls like skinning a chicken to its bones. let i be the last to cast these stones. so i may observe the world till they lose all that they own. soon after, i would see everyone flee. to their kingdom out by the sea. a wind then blew out of a cloud at night, chilling me right near this huge tree. the angels, not half so happy in heaven, went to ravage this world for free. then, the old man spoke of a love stronger by far than the love of those who were older than me; of many far wiser than me. he said that neither the unhappy angels in heaven, nor the demons down under the sea, can sever the love than man can also give for free. for the moon never beams without bringing me dreams of how psychedelic life can be; and the stars never rise but i still see the bright eyes of a love that stands right by the sea. and so, as the waves ride this night-tide, i lay down by the side of countless souls by the sea. finally understanding that no matter the pain, love is the tomb that will set us free.

pauldeeeeee
13july2011