There are still
people in the
World
With
Clean eyes

The people
Who have
A pleasant
Profile

Their pure
Scent is
Another simile
For goodness

I've lost my
Bronze shiny
Anchor

Therefore
Anaforas in
Before spring
Blossoms do
Afloat

Me and you
Are a rolling
Records

Cosily unbound
Wraped around
The ancient aquamarine
Amphoras

As the numinous, dire
Paragraphs of our lifes
Know also of the succulent
Sweetness. Inspiration.
And everything.

I am. You.
Omnipresent

We collide with marvels.
Rainbowy bubble plops.
The world is back again.
Trickeling over tenderly
Undulated membranes.
Also the eyelid seas.

United in the ephemeral,
Ever changing images.

Desire and goodness.
The day and those nights.

Routine -- a dastardly habit fed
to control you, and your mind
give your body a boring rhyme
to dance to and not feel tempted

into the lands of chance and reason
letting you decide when to wake
when or how you take your break
because to trust your dedication is treason

and foolhardy, why they must train
you when to go to bed and when to wake
and of course how you should operate.
Oh all the things to teach your brain

but like bleeding out a poison, time
is always on your side, for nature
she likes things the way they were
your natural rhythm, denying it a crime!

That is her insight, as you sit awake alone
the clock ticking faster than before
the coming day a dreaded chore
your days spent sick now like a precious stone.

How is one supposed to go to sleep at night
when they know what comes with day
the hum drum, daily toil and you left to fray?
This is the story of man's modern plight.

Her eyes reflected the tragedy she endured
She struggled daily to escape this hell hole
Her pain, was evident through the tears that rolled down her cheeks
Her cries were capable of making the strongest person weep.

She often wondered why...
Why was she so unfortunate to deserve such a fate?
Why she was not capable to give up on her life?

She burned in agony
She screamed in pain
She yelped for help, But no one came to her aid.
She was fed up but was still clinging onto some hope.

She tried to fight.... Oh how hard she tried to hold onto her life.
But he took everything away..
He stripped her from her innocence, caged her freedom and destroyed her pride.
And one unfateful day.. He even took her life.

One day, in broad daylight
He entered the house, staggering towards her with a knife.
He stabbed her, not once but twice.
Cursing her that she was reason people looked at him with spite.

He forced her into such a dark place where it's impossible to survive.
Her once porcelain skin turned scarlet.
Her struggle to survive, ceased to exist.
She was put out of her misery.
She was put out of her pain.

If only the people had believed her cries.
If only they had offered to help her fight.
Maybe.. just maybe She would still be alive.

How could we explain our plight
to someone who's a stranger
when they can see so clearly
how we put ourselves in danger.

Of course we feel anxiety
and struggle with the doubt,
for we could die on this journey
but at least we're getting out.

And out, is our priority,
out, is what we strive.
Getting out is probably
what keeps us all alive.

Because if this was not an option
and we could not at least try
we might as well just dig a grave
and lie down and wait to die.

So we pay malignant couriers
to float us out to sea,
we take this dangerous consequence
and what will be, will be.

Our journey is horrific
and many of us die,
but the alternative to staying here
is the reason that we try.

Wait. What was I talking about? I hear such strange things. Such disturbing thoughts.

How relaxing.

Relaxing?
Ahh yes, i was relaxing in my lounge chair.

How Frustrating.
I Misplaced my ideas in the depth of my kind.

Kind?
Yes I do believe I am such a person to bestow kindness towards others.
Though I Haven't the clue the sorts of.

Wait. This wasn't what i was speaking of earlier.

Infuriated i should be had not my curiousity been aroused awoken.
My friend the call to attention has spoken.
Seek to find it's end by all ends you may enlighten.

Be Frightened?
Nay, Tis but a play for play is for the youth of all, be stick or stones or colored ball. At the ball awaits the guests. You guessed it. The Royal Tea of Royalty for Royal tea for three today. Some tea for three at play..
Though I haven't a clue the sorts of...

Hey.
Repeat again now.
Hey. . . Please stay.
Was this the topic?  Nay.
For Shame.
I speak of you my dame. 'Tis ye beckoned my name.
Come join my fun and game. Only yourself to blame.
No worries now. I'm tame.
From wind I am it's flame

Is it right
Maybe not
This ache to write
Is it all for naught
Merely a false rite
But it ties the knot
In my plight
One shot
At your delight

I met the sun at the horizon,
Asked what are we doing today?
What was said was surprising,
He told me we're just going to play,
That life isn't so serious,
Although we make it so,
The thought is just delirious,
And thinks its the soul,
I met the moon in the constellations,
Asked how was her night?
Had a beautiful conversation,
About how life was a plight,
Reality is a choice,
Wise words from a friend,
Experiences stitch together our voice,
There's always kindness to lend.

Man I miss those whiskey kisses
Thought that, babe, you might become a Mrs.
But a Mrs. of what a bottle and a gut?
Here on the street just a buzz means a lot
City of Angles
I think not
No one to trust
God tried to save them
Then Disney sold it out of lust
What a ******* *******
Can't believe my first morals
Came from a ****
But those whiskey kisses, they just got me
Look at those dark, giant, robotic towers
This is where dreams happen
This is where I get wasted
But that black granite
And tarnished stars
Made me remember who we really are
Just two mad children
In love with just enough
Caught up in the night
Intoxicated bliss
Man, I hope she'll miss me
Everytime she drinks whiskey

When you look to the sky
Do the clouds form shapes,
As they float on by…
Depicting emotions I dare not face?

Does the sun shine
As bright as my smile
Peaking behind each “I’m fine”
Bringing out my inner child?

What about the rain...
Does it tell of my hidden sorrows?
Do you see the reflections of my pain...
With every drop, hopes for a better tomorrow?

Does the sunset reveal
The shades of my soul?
Even those I conceal…
Blending with all things dull.

As the snow blankets my past
Does it appear pure and white?
Are you baffled by the contrast…
Cosmetology of each plight?

With each breath you take
Is my scent inhaled?
With each test of fate
Will our love prevail?

As the tides push and pull
The waves, my thoughts, crash and retreat.
Moon illuminating high and full…
Do I make you feel complete?