to write to write words that were forever spoken within words that might leave but never disappear like a rose it lives, it dies so it becomes part of a new life today i might no longer speak i might no longer hear . today i am only and i am only me alone in a part of something, that is forever awaken so the more i feel the less i believe . like the sun it gave light to the moon to be bright i want my words the fingers that once wrote it gave certainty Infinity to my world so sun, i hope you never get enable to make your light reach to every spot of the earth not like my own words that never reached the only rose that i wanted to reach.
Dreamed so much of late not sure If I'm asleep or awake, must be the medication for my depressive state that I now take, that sends me to Sleep for hours on end To where I fly from dream to dream but even In my deepest sleep I must awaken from my dream like state and return once more to face the reality of the real world to where I must live
My dream like from which I must awake to face again the realities of life
WHY does sorrow soar as love and sadness sink like fear and love burst like anger when the mouth remain as "O" and hands clasp like death as arms flay like clowns and tears be tears when the world remains as is while is is not as good as good can be?