all the walls
I am honestly influenced by music and words they draw to me the same feeling of unending bliss as do my dreams. Within these feelings I find no other feeling other than this love to be compared easily. My dreams for me give me perpetual strength to build onward with the soul captivating ideals i so seemingly enjoy creating. The words I hear and the ones who speak them have never impressed me so i find that wonder in the eyes of this beholder. I take these eyes and make them see the beauty for which only my dreams perceive. I bring it alive and I dance with it under forests of dim light. I write and I write because I will always escape this world somehow even if I have to to tear down all the walls.

I am the domesticated Daydreamer. finding simplicity in the beauty of all things. see through the natural lies and become one as we dwell in the sunrise. keep it light and enjoyable for the days are ours to consume.  find no need to pressure forth when this steady pace is mine to adjust. see life in the eyes of a tree so calm and strong these roots within me. enjoy the breaks with a book and some bark let the trees shade you from what has left you scarred. see the beauty inside an uneasy soul its ready to mold and from love be told the steps to happiness. this is the movement of eyes and hands grazing over the incomparable honesty of how the human being operates. skin to skin lips to lips we are just muscles and nerves ending where others muscles and nerves begin.

you keep on glowing
even when i close my eyes.
the darkest places-Gary michael.
I helped write the lyrics to a song about someone i hadn’t met yet. and now i realize that i wrote them about the one i would soon meet.
follow me here into the depths of the ocean where the waves collapse my lungs and retrieve my spirit. we were blessed with the simple knowing of our souls. they whispered at great lengths so far apart they heard one another. i saw you see me for all the heaviness i am. with such strength you pulled the weight and threw it away to the shore line hoping for high tide. it came at its own pace but it pulled away all it could and has left space for creativity. I see all peace in the sea within the arms of giant who beholds the means to repair all imperfections. solidify my concerns for drowning discomfort you have pushed me over the edge and thrown me a raft but missed because i must learn to swim. “Keep your head above the water” you’d shout from amidst the boat you have brought me in. so I kick and struggle and im drowning and your shouting “you must relax and see that i am seen and unseen in the eyes of the life that clings to the night in hopes to float to me in eloquent motions” so i close these horizon eyes and breathe out the fear of God. “to remember me in hatred is to remember me in love so remember me for indifference and you too shall float above” daysleeper has released the nervous tension and has given me the strength to be no other than a teacher and lost soul to the seed as it grows. i am rescued from the ocean and im soaking wet with emotion. my body is wrapped in the warmth of the savior i was threatened from. you have consumed me in your radiance where i will always stay and i love the way the ocean smells and you smell together as one. and once i woke from this dream it seemed that i had been breathing in and exhaling out the sweet sea and herbal tea.

dear daysleeper,
hello September 3rd. i am apprehensive, i am disappointed.and im honestly sad. not because of you but because of how i feel. it comes in waves. the reminders of this day. maybe thats why i am sick today. to avoid seeing you and remembering.
so much wasted time, thinking.
never setting standards or making rules.
we just left didnt we?
not caring who saw or who got in the way.
nothing held us back..
except ourselves.
except me.
i was always afraid of heights.
you taught me that to learn to fly we needed to just jump..
from great heights,
and see where it goes.
no planning
no reason
other than to live.
but taking too many risks causes chaos.
to me, growing wings meant cutting my roots.
my deep, desperate, roots.
but you held me tight.
and there was trust.
then the rain came down.
we were so free.
flying high in dreams.
of monsters.
and sun.
we were so free.
yet we never left the neighborhood.
i always found a way there.
whether it be running my *** off or taking the bike.
i always found your heart.
i just never really opened it.
this …lock.
a lock of the welcoming past.
that smothered you.
that took too long.
too long for me to handle.
“your desire”.
what a joke.
talking and texting.
the addiction to your words.
killed me.
i was so convinced.
i am convinced.
that you love me.
are you done?
what the hell is going on?
the dust has only just begun to fall..
the day before christmas-Andrew Isaac Gomez.

The sea fades into a well blended orange sun. the deepest blue stretching its fingers grabbing the horizon line. ripples in the waves of color they crash into stars. the explosion peaks behind the darkest of clouds. the sea is drowning the colors of love and turning them muddy. the ocean is wrapped in brilliance laughing at the unattentive ones. the sun dissapears. its warmth gone Texas is now the spring of bluebonnets and sweet air. the handprint of faith stretches across the sky i believe to be my open sea.

“were concentrated im falling apart.”
this simple reminder is a brutal desire breaking my spirit consuming your eyes eating us alive. i see your heart and you see mine the desire is inside burning us blind. into the air and exploding the molecules we divide our mind. let me assume im full of lust your honest distrust shall contradict my lies. i will hide in this unsteady time waiting to bide for more life. life i desperately need to heed for so i can breathe. the essence of naive capabilities is surrounding our lives without when within me. im alive in these arms torn from scents of stimulating continuating downfalls.

dreamlife preview
maybe i should just slip away
slip away for a few days.
wrap myself in an old t-shirt of yours
and lock all these opened doors.
open that box and let out all my lost thoughts.
attempt to get rid of that constant knot.
my god.
you drive me crazy.
you keep on glowing…
even when i…close my eyes.
you move in and out of my dreams.
you flow in and out of me.
i cant continue to believe
you dont love me.
even when i hide away i feel your light
filling up my lost nights.
my bed is holding tears of gathered fears.
it is getting so hard to pretend
that i have successfully been healed.
i close my eyes even in the dark and i fall.
i fall into every single phone call.
every single green lawn and blue sky
the heights were so so high.
hot wind and burning skin
exploding within my arms
you kept me from any harm.
we all have one thing that steals our words from our hearts.
you are my one thing.
my only thing.
every moment of every day
you are in my way
of moving forward.
my prize possesion.
causing confusion.
causing chaos in this mind.
i will never leave you behind.
always one addiction that i cannot control.
and it is taking a toll
on this youthfull soul
spilling sleepy lies into hungry eyes.