I should have thought,
It would be easier,
Somehow haha,
It is neither here nor there,
A coincidental chain of things,
Setting in motion
Something akin to,
A dreamless day,

A wooden sort of way
Of going about,
Cumbersome,
Turtled,
Thiking about,
Nothing while,
Fixing blye eyes,
Analysing speech patterns
A superior sense of spatial awareness
Coupled with sartorial elegance,
That could be counted in kilowatts,
He/she is the incumbent ruler of a blank,
Where are our chaperones?
This is not the kind of party I had envisaged,
A monster is as much as you allow it to be,
So take me to solitude.

In the middle of the night
as the breeze soothes the mind.
A lonely owl steps out to the light,
leaving his nest behind.
The moon shines
and the wind blows.
A nightingale hymns
while the gaslight glows.

Nocturnal creative artists at work.
The night fuels their quirk.
Then a sudden cacophony disturbs the air.
A noise no one can bare.
From a distance it can be heard.
It whistles, but it is not a bird.

It slows as it reaches its destination.
Breaking through the peace with its whistle.
The train stops as it reaches the station.

my treasure map on your skin
-soft stars and dots,
i connect them with my fingers,
and they become constellations.

and your voice, my fingers,
playing a soft melody,
as i drown in you.

a thousand dancers -we watch them,
and i ask them to dance for you,
they swirl and laugh and then
they disappear.

i wait for the music to start before i say my words,
because then, only then,
maybe then they’ll be worth it.

if only i could convince you to stay,
because you make me feel lonely
-suddenly i can hear the soft moan of the sea,
see the waves dance to it’s voice.

and now i ache,
because as time passes,
your song grows weak.

your voice and my song, it’s being swallowed
among all those other ones,
more beautiful than my call to you.

and now that you’re gone, i hear them
those drums of the sea,
the angry clashes that make the storm that brought me to you.

and now i hear it, the sorrowful moans,
beneath the soft songs that all those lovers sang,
that day we fell in love.

Train stations of thought
Ideas all meeting at once
Concepts jumping tracks
Unorthodoxy hopping empty cars
Hitchhiking onto the edge of my philosophies

Runaway trains
Head on collisions
Hypocrisy
And contradictions
What a wreck.

And when the passengers get here
They never stop moving
New positions are always hiring
Since Neurons are always firing

Conductors conducting
Railway seminars
Ted talks a lot
But the passengers leave enlightened
Sharing ideas with other train stations
Miles and miles away

So keep the trains on schedule
Keep the trains on track
Train tracks tracking
New thoughts
Through open minds

Steam will be pouring off my every word
So keep the engines  running hot
I'll be a dragon before too long
Spitting fire

But when the philosophy gets too honest
I have to stay cold
Call it a polar express-ion of thought

All aboard!
Research when I get bored
Stay awake at 4am
Listen to the gears turn in the engine room

The whistle is blowing
Ideas chugging along with enough power
To flatten the pennies I laid there
Intellectual suicide
Of misconceptualized life

Smash your two cents
That buys the ticket
Learn to travel
Learn and travel
Travel your learning

Take the train