The rage bubbles

Like lave trapped in a cage

The pain troubles

my poor little page.




I write about madness 

my poor little brain 

it feels me going mad

As I write my last refrain




The happiness seeping in 

as the voices try to win 

They aren't doing a very good job 

cause they soon turn into a blob




The happiness lets me know I won 

the war of surviving a day more

I let the sadness go

As I reach for the light

to let the good dreams come

after another day won

Tenderness
is lost after a heart is ****** dry of all it has and is
This
translates to the lack of passion in your voice
(when you say my name)
I can hear the blood being pumped thoughout your body
Your apathy echoes
It projects onto me like a spotlight
I mistake this light for love
For both glisten and reveal
Your face

Dreams flow, come and go...
vague shadows,  like silk slipping
swiftly through my grasp...

All is still amongst my little waves of ebb and flow,
yet I am still as the traveler holding a luminescence
close inside as a lantern, the light through the
crevices of my soul was once the constellations,
I am in the journey to seek the ones to hold it
with those who are as swaying daisies with music
moving through their ether that is far yet near,
the snowflakes from the high mountains
fall gentle on my skin and theirs as though
they are in never-ending tales.

A white cloud
has been passing along
the entirety of the skies

On the darkest night
I have seen
the brightest stars

Mountains
have echoed
the sound of my soul

Snow covers
all that
has fallen

Rivers
have met
in the ocean

The ocean is
only
the beginning

The search has no end
The quest is never dead
We are water lilies

Keep flowing,
Beloved
the universe is infinite

With each aware fragment or moment and all it’s possibilities collapsing into the next and then compounding the possible reality positions and not to mention considering it’s different internal and external constituents, it is vein to not flow with every part of you engaged and led by Him. Otherwise, invariably you will find yourself far in the direction elsewhere. Long since where you could’ve been

I'm on the ceiling
I'm the words you float on
Up in the air
Without a care