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 Dec 2013 WARNER BAXTER
GaryFairy
Hear the boat CREAK in the CREEK
where the water flow was WEAK for a WEEK
we couldn't set SAIL for the SALE
I might look PALE because I needed a PAIL

see, my WHOLE boat is full of HOLES
when it SEES the SEAS it always rolls
I can see THEIR boats over THERE
I just stand on the STAIR and STARE

I wish TO be out there sailing TOO
there's something DUE that I must DO
I don't KNOW how to say NO
never say NOT and let the KNOT go
I tried to make some sense. LOL
 Dec 2013 WARNER BAXTER
GaryFairy
C.rusaders of a major contradiction
U.ltimate fate is truly sealed
L.acking understanding of non fiction
T.ruth may or may not be revealed
 Dec 2013 WARNER BAXTER
GaryFairy
Soaking in the soulless sunshine
revel in the resistant rays
severed soul searching sometimes
devil of our darkest days

Magic of the mortal moonbeams
truth traded for more tries
solace of the son soon streams
as the darkest devil dies
 Dec 2013 WARNER BAXTER
Guss
Stardate whatever.
The Klingons are attacking and my tricorder isn’t functioning.
Conjectural and anointing the furrows of my phaser blasted brow.  
There you are.
A messy image in the transporter beam.
Gleaming and swaying amongst the particles of dust.
“I’m impossible to save,” I say.
“So save yourself, this planet is about to blow.” I say again.
It seems our universal translator isn’t working.
Otherwise, you would have left me.
Trusting is the hardest part.
I’ll do without it.  
Beam me up Scotty.
 Dec 2013 WARNER BAXTER
Guss
Dusty and as used as the trial head,
I lay my crown down.
Dusty as the recently raced thorough bred.
Im tired now.
Aint that enough said.
Twisting and turning and pulling
the sheets of my bed.
Id rather be swimming in the distance.
Right out of your perspective.
Forcing you to squint your eyes.
So much so that it really ******* hurts.
Demon of worrying
Swallows me whole
And as I scream
This anguish paralyzes
Frozen, I beg to be free
But the ultimate hunter
Is wanting to dance
So I play the same game,
Tangled in its veins
I rip them out from inside
I scratch open the flesh
And drain the blood
Breaking bones
And shattering the skin
Nothing left except the dead
But instead I stop
Because at the end of the battle
I will be nothing  
For the demons
Are inside all of us
And as I claw out
I realize it's my own open wounds
I am searching for
And that I long to create
This dark chaos
That swallows me
The peaceful sea
Will always be intrigued
By the chaotic and misunderstood currents
That dream of being free  
But stuck inside a constant drift
Of always trying to flee
Being tied down
By the ever curious and loving
Who just wishes to be with thee
To kiss through storms
And then put asleep

But the currents haven't seen
How they are carried
And without the sea
They could never be
Both together
But both so lonely
As they both lust
For things they cannot see
They are without
This understanding of their eternity
So they curiously live filled with desire
Of the illusions of a life
Far better
If they had not each other

— The End —