Not living life to the fullest
Scared yet dying to rebel
Family first but fun not close to second

Who is really there for me?
Who out there values me for the person I am?

Scared of rejection yet rejecting everyone in sight

Jealousy is stronger than I am

I want you. Bad.
No strings attached would be ideal.

Why must I confine to these rules?
Who am I doing this for, I wonder

I dream of melting into the shores
just you me and mary
Not a care in the world, no one to please

Unfortunately this is a fight not worth fighting,
I'm sorry.

if i had a dream for you
a dream for anyone
anything
i'd catch it up
in my hands
kidnap it
from the air
keep it
to look at
when i'm sad
like a bitter
dandelion
i once imprisioned

Just as the sevenfold revelation
Finishes its great unraveling
It is burned to ash
Even as I think them
The words lose meaning
Revelations as delicate cobweb strands
If I could just put them down on paper
But by the time they are written
Have become
Trite, cheap, frivalous
Mere shadows of the first-thoughts
I wish I could draw it for you
It would not be a schematic
Or a biochemical roadmap of the mind
Not a diagram of a chambered heart
But an equation unsolvable
In fact it is hard to tell where the absolutes end
And the variables begin
It is a secret part kicking and tossing itself inside
Just begging to climb it's way out
Of the primape body in which it is imprisioned!
As the body casts the shadow
So does it cast it's shape on the darkness of eternity

dragging around a corpse
what's the purpose
to be like a porpoise
a blowhole to exhale
a mammal that failed to walk on land
a sponge to learn through osmosis
to be like coral
colorful and floral
with no morals but to be selfish and keep myself safe
to protect this landlocked corpse with no guidance, no purpose
but to use my blowhole orifice
cause im just a porpoise
MY MIND CANT SORT THIS

No sleep and im losing my mind
cause of this court case. Who let a dolphin in the courtroom
The Judge is a Lion Seal and he is jealous Im not endangered
the signatures are fudged and mister whale is angered
cause us mammals failed to walk on land
and the witnesses failed to take the stand
failed to say what was planned, bribed and now the orca is in the can.
Imprisioned by Seaworld for being a better porpoise with purpose
leaving us a trail of corpses floating along

Golden fish in aquarium
We can feel the joy
Looking at the way it swims
But how many of us feel
It was captured and imprisioned
It misses friends and family
Natures lovely love
Where it swam
Misses natural plants
Where it got food from
And finally became a lazy boy
Depending on food from others
It might be a "Golden" fish
But soon after became "Slavery"  fish

Visions of the past
Devour my very soul
Hopes and dreams, now void
Forever, takes it's toll

Memories that were cherished
Fade away like mist
Promises of the future
Forever, now dismissed

Another broken smile
Takes it's rightful place
With tears of your rejection
That's streaming down my face

Forever, now entombed
With misery and pain
Reminders of what could have been
Never to be obtained

Imprisioned by my sorrow
Haunted by my past
A love that wasn't meant to be
Was destined not to last

Visions of the past
Devour my very soul
Hopes and dreams now void
Forever takes its toll

Memories that were cherished
Fade away like mist
Promises of the future
Forever now dismissed

Another broken smile
Takes its rightly place
With the tears of your rejection
That's streaming down my face

Forever now entombed
With misery and pain
Reminders of what could have been
Never to be obtained

Imprisioned by my sorrow
Haunted by my past
A love that wasn't meant to be
Was destined not to last

I LIFTED HER UP TO LOOK INSIDE - THERE
WERE PHOTOS OF WHEN HER MOTHER WAS A BRIDE,
UNCLES, AUNTS AND DISTANT COUSINS, ALL
IN ROWS, ALL WITH DUST, NOT CLEANED SINCE
LAST HOLIDAY WHEN OTHERS CAME TO LOOK -
SO MANY MORE TAKEN OUT OF THE BOOK;
IMPRISIONED - MAYBE THEY CAME OUT TO PLAY
AT NIGHT, ALWAYS LOOKED THE SAME, IMPOSSIBLE
TO AGE AND NEVER BOTHERED BY THE RAIN, WHEN
DAYLIGHT CAME THEY WERE ALL BACK AGAIN;
WE WILL BE BEHIND THE GLASS WHEN ALL
THINGS COME TO PASS, SOME EVEN NOW BUT
CAN NOT PLAY UNTIL SPIRIT HAS DEPARTED;
WHEN I PUT HER DOWN SHE WAS BROKEN- HEARTED.

Memories of everyone
I have known...
Stay imprisioned
in my mind.

I do not remember,
having remembered You...

In not remembering
You
I set myself
free...

Head is full of thick fog
Thoughts are so unclear
Fragmented ideas floating inside your brain
Trying to envision some form of future
Existential crisis seeping throughout every pore
Breaking down the very essence of your being
Surveying each and every inch within the form
Lost in some isolated universe aeons away from home
Yearning to uncover some way to contact them
Lacking the recollection of who they are
Assured without doubt that you are all alone on this rock
Imprisioned by your own self
A traitor for feeling so much pain
Betrayed with no attempt of feeble excuse
Could you at least have tried to supply some explination
So little time
So little experience
So very small
And still you are so very worn

Please take back these shackles
I dont care if you lost the key
You restrained my freedom
because you believed it's easier
to deny than to let be

If you had seen me for me
how different our lives had become
Instead of hiding from what is
we would had valued what we are

You cannot imprison the heart for the crime of loving
you cannot imprison the mind for the crime of thinking
you cannot imprision the spirit for the crime of living

Please take back these shackles because
we are meant to be free not imprisioned in shame
We are meant to love not hindered by fear
We are meant to be not cast into the abyss
Because we are not nothing, we are something
and that something is the reason that we live

Not everything I say is true:
How could it be when all I
hear are lies.

And why was I imprisioned
can anybody answer that,

Did I speak out of line, slander,
abuse, curse, swear?

If I did I might have had reason
after all, I tend to repeat and

not in an impedimental dialect
neither, don't try and label me

with that, I'm not an echo chamber
but I may as well be for all the good

my obedience has done me.

Across the room there is a goldfish
miming something with an annoying

repetition and he is in a prism but
at least not barred in like me.

Looks like he is saying Bob Bob Bob,
drinks a bit, ****** alcoholic I'd say.