I spent a long lonely year exactly where I wanted to be,
I'm not sure where, but It was out upon a cold black sea,
I let my emotions run so far I thought they would fall of the earth,
but to my intrigue they didn't, and I was able to continue my search.
How far I traveled I have no idea, how long I was a away I'll never know,
But on my vessel I found a friend, he could be famous now in a sideshow.
I don't remember how I got back...I don't remember if I got back,
but something inside me changed, my heart's now a lighter shade of black.

But know its time, time to return, because I cannot lie to myself anymore,
I spent many days looking at my old home even if it was just a distant star.

A delirium
of truth
was there
to such
word in
us that
tired most
in coming
months so
any guidance
there with
selection then
started bleeding
without cause
or May
Day heard
thunderous applause!

The vessel of our dreams,
A ship that's not as it seems,
The beauteous Earth,
Sailing  space's girth,
Our bountiful blue ship,
Run by  powers-that-be's blip,
A ship that's not as it seems,
The vessel of our dreams......

Phenols*

Your heart was always empty
and I was full of self sacrifice,
so I tried to give your heart substance
with all my deepest love.

I poured and poured,
with pain I wrestled
before realizing I was pouring
myself into a stubbornly empty vessel.

You could have just told me
you didn't want any part of me
and not left it too late,
with pieces of me floating about
in a heartless man.

Chew the bones
Of a black vessel
Painted externally red
To expose skeletons of the shrouded past
A tidal wave of pretending-
Bellows in the lack of a proper foundation
An inaudible completion to a chapter that dragged itself out excessively
Paper thin rope erodes in the presence of mist
Clawing for a cure to mend an abomination of a thought process
Burn the shards of bone
Of an astray vessel
Splattered blue for release

a milky vessel
an open wound on a timeline of unspoken truths
a memory
distant yet so **** close i can feel it and i can feel you
an entity
do you pass by this life into parallel universes looking for pieces to put us together again (i would)
are you real or just my perception
perplexed by such embodiment of perfection in one human being
definitely an entity; entwined with milky vessels cascading back and forth to me
passing by through a wormhole
i catch glimpses
saccadic masking, too much blinking
i might miss it i might miss you i miss you
if you put the pieces together again perceive me
i'll appear all around you like a deity
matter and energy
the milky vessels of your veins run from your body through mine, keeping my heart beating
stay
stay in this reality and we will rebuild our pieces
and that's the beauty of energy, my darling
they were never truly lost

there she was,
standing on the other side of river
holding her vessel,
listening to him
accusing
about how she never trusted him
and never put her faith in him
how she should close the last door
and shut the only window
that her soul used
to breath in the fresh air,
and to abandon the stray paths
that could lead her to him.
she watched him walk away
her vision turning blurry "one last glance" she silently prayed
but blue sky was determined to turn down
all her prayers that day.
her heart twisted in pain
pumping agony in every vein.
in a spur of the moment
a decision was made
a decision to show him
how much faith she had on him
to show she trusted him with her life.
....
the evening sun watched silently ..
a dark figure moving away from the river
and
a red scarf going with the flow !!

My heart is a vessel on waves of feelings,
that are turbulent beyond comprehension.

Swells encompass my being, sometimes I think
to release the lifeboat of emptiness.

But when all seems lost and unforgivable,
A gentle surge lifts upon my emotions.

I am a vessel on a ocean of conative affection
sailing upon the rough as well as the love.

We are a vessel apart.
Our arms outstretched take shape,
Yet our fingers do not touch.
A circular pit holds our cells together.
That which carries our memories and burdens
Has traveled in our embrace
Like death on our backs.
In this vessel, we carry what our heart lacks.

Yet one can assume a pumping rot is not a heart.
Selfishness cancels the light and air like a drape,
And suddenly this vessel is our special crutch.
We lean to it ever so gently, as would a feather,
But just enough where we know for certain
Our lives have become misplaced.
We stand here alone, still, waiting to matter,
Hoping for the day our vessel will shatter.