Delicious hues of blue
Behind linen clouds
Stampeding
Slowly
From horizon
To horizon
As swirling calls of birds
Cheer them on.

Getting higher and higher
Reaching the clouds
They cover me
But I want to go higher
Then even more higher
Than the stars

Gold on gold the cold clouds fold
Into amber wisps of day’s remains
This isn’t an end
But another beginning
A night
A day
A future that holds
Breaking slivers of silver and folds of gold
Worth a ton of sun
That warms my face
After a long cold winter

There was a little boy who lived in the clouds.
He would come to me and say “Please don’t be so loud.”
But at night he would come to me,
And tell me a story or two.
About his adventures in the sky.
And about the clouds when he flew.
About when he dipped his hands in the ocean blue.
And about when he got into trouble, too.
He would tell them to me, until I would sleep.
And in my heart, forever I will keep.
One day the little boy said farewell to me.
And waiting forever, I shall be.

In my head – there is sun.
In my head – there is rain.
In my head – there is pleasure.
In my head – there is pain.

Sometimes it’s sunny,
It’s warm and it’s bright,
With love and endearment,
With joy and delight.

But the weather it changes,
It’s not always nice.
It often grows cold,
On the ground there forms ice.

I feel something coming,
The air isn’t right,
I then start to worry
as it comes into sight.

Here comes the rain,
Which pours from my mind.
I built up too much pain,
Now the tears send me blind.

Rains not from the skies,
They flow from my eyes.
From the clouds in my head,
From Sadness,
From Dread.

Up in my brain,
There lie darkened clouds,
These clouds are the pain,
The thoughts not let out.
They’re blown by the wind,
And the wind is one’s life;
Relaxing and still
Or gusty with strife.

I knew it was coming,
The pressure was high,
I felt the cold breeze
in my darkening mind.

Now anger’s full throttle,
Overflowing with spite,
The thunder it rumbles
and lightning ignites.

It’s all come together,
the black clouds unite,
the gale starts to blow.
Darkness takes light.

The sky goes ballistic,
The wind screams and it howls.
Black clouds in my head,
With the thoughts growing foul.

And when the dense darkness
Has nowhere to go,
The clouds keep on spinning
And the wind onward blows,
The rain keeps on pouring
in eternal black night.
The thunder is roaring
And the lightning it strikes.

The cold’s taken over,
Death to all that is warm,
My mind’s ******* broken
Now bring on the storm.

The clouds outside and no floor,
Colors fade, they are no more,
The sky is lead it has just died,
The moon is dead, it's dark, it's night.

The smoke arises gray and dim,
It's arousal blue and slim,
The smoke arises ever higher,
The smell is there, there is no fire.

The stars shine bright we cannot see,
The dark is final, the dark is me,
the city tops sleep raven-black,
The beast asleep, no going back.

As the curtain slowly fades,
Revealing light through tiny frames
In the bleak sky color gray,
The moon shines red,shines bright as day.

Breathed in the breath of the saviour,
To richen the soul of the poor.
I puffed out a portal to the cloud kingdom.
Holding onto the scales of a dragon.
The earth beneath my feet begun to shrink,
And the sky above my head started to sink.
I caught a glimpse of what was behind the cloud,
And was dropped from a million feet high down to the ground.

I met an angel with a kick,
Wanted by the government.
Eyes as wide as rabbit holes,
As bright as a solar moon.
Black stars in between white spaces,
Generating a reluctant mold.
There’s golden flakes in its hair,
Its string chokes my throat.
I thought it was my angel,
Turns out it was fool’s gold.

When the fog sets,
And everything fades away;
I turn off my car headlights,
And stear into the grey.
I like to hide in the clouds,
They make me so happy;
But when I come back down,
They make me so sad.

Digging in my grave to find heaven,
Inhaling the smoke of another dragon.

I think I might have found my God.
I’m melting in his eternal sunshine.
Smoked the crumbled image of his face,
It turned my tears into wine.
The earth's my grave,
The sky's my cradle.
Unearthing my new low,
To find the highest place one can go.

Like a giant cotton ball
Moving at its own pace
In the giant blue ocean above our heads
Of many shapes and many sizes
Thick to thin
Streched and clumped
One color
To some
Making it like cotton candy
depending on the morning or night
An hombre of colors
Making them pop
As if in a pop up book
Light and white
Or darker and grey
Being filled with rain
Ready to cry on the earth
To water the lands below
Most times you are there
And sometimes you are not
But when you are up there
Floating around
Making shapes
I could sit or lay down
And look up all day