Let me daydream in this cosmic abyss, and lose myself in its magic and bliss. For in the space between stars and dreams, anything is possible, vivid as it seems. I dream of planets with oceans of gold and moons with mountains that are extremely cold; of nebulas that paint the sky in hues, and black holes that swallow entire views. Beneath the stars, a deep vast ocean lies, teeming with life that I can only surmise. On a distant planet, so far from our own, an ocean of mystery lies unknown, with waves that crash upon alien shores, and secrets that hide beneath the ocean floor. I sit and gaze into the endless expanse, and let my mind take an astral chance; to travel to worlds beyond our own, where the mysteries of space have yet to be known.
My body and soul are just connected to this world we called reality! This can't be the truth! To me it is still unclear! Questions inside my head are ringing the bells and answers needed! Like why i see hidden things that i only can see? Humans, buildings, ghosts, giants and dragons Orks, trolls and elves or even the dwarves of khazad-dum Angels and devils... Wherever i go! i see what is real tied with what is supposed to be unreal! Are they real? I can't touch or sense it! But for sure my ears can hear, my eyes can see! But it is nothing fearful! I feel i belong to I got used to
ripples darted parallel wading the stream, as she did and like a revelation you dawned on me you said "my eyes are open, i know. i just can't see." *** ran from your sockets "as far as i can opine, you see just fine" and she coughed maroon tar crumbling back to the riverbed
Blueberries blossom-trees, Clouds made of soap-bubbles, Creamy grass and foamy bushes Of roses blue, purple and grey, Grapes of red and Orange, Wines of crystal clear greens, Red-irises to tell of feelings Too hot or too sad Burning hues in a phtograph back home, Where I don't want to go; Chariots dragged by stallions And spaceahips to take us to explore Other natures... No poverty, no suffering... No twisted games, Just peace... Guns not allowed here.
You awoke in the blackness A ghost in the kitchen A weight pinning you to your bed And here's the interesting thing About ghosts and spirits and such Not because I dislike them Not because I wish them ill Not because with reason and wit, Should I weild my pen and **** But because The subtle things are often missed Things that are better Than all of this Are hard to see With the pressing of the moment When right and wrong Are both their most strong When true and not Make all else to be forgot But in the cracks the scientist stoops Finding missed information Little treasures and reminders Of what was lost In the gap The smallest of oversights The alternate worlds Of pancake batter cooked with the children On a Saturday since forgot Or the trace of ***** on the couch From the love made last Christmas The dna of a lover Hiding under your nails In our presence But also separate existence The shortcut of a conversation Where words were said But those heard were not How is it different from that spectre? A trick of the stimuli A preset of the brain Or remembering that place Where I last put my keys But they aren't there. I find them in a space But I know I didn't put them there It must be a ghost! But if a ghost it be Does it want me to see It's misty form Or hear it's clamber in the next room? Or is it a subtlety Come to visit me And show the moments Of my life Lost in the crevice Never even noticed
What if our minds are calling for our attention? What if the things we call consciousness are only one part of reality?
- Why don't parallel lines ever meet? Is it because they are too similar And if they ever could meet The one will fit the other And they would be complete - Maybe life never intended for them to meet I mean look at Adam and Eve Two half's of which made one whole Made one mistake That would spiraled the world out of control God probably saw it wasn't good and he said no more - But it leaves me to question People who found their other halfs What secret do they know that we don't Or do they get to happy and we don't If so then where did we go wrong - When I look at you I see the mirror image of me When I think of it Together we can set each other free But maybe life never intended for us to be And just like parallel lines Maybe we're not supposed to meet - Lowkie ®