Blue Ocean Gold Sky

I hear them talk and whimper with glee, There’s something in my bed sleeping next to me. It rarely moves but when it does I feel its fingers on my head, I can’t move out or away from the thing in my bed. I’m asleep I think but everything is tinted violet, I forcefully close my eyes and try with all my might to stay quiet. When my slow gaze moves above my head, to the nightstand close, I see a small girl with a white and yellow rose. She looks at me as I stare in horror at her lack of a face, I watch her swing her legs off the edge back and forth in even pace. When I slumber, these beings move about my room, And for some moments uncertain I feel as though I am facing doom. Echos of whisperer’s calling my name rush at awful speed, I think of what these knawing noises mean, perhaps it’s the hour demons feed. To calm my mind before I rest I’ve tried to read a calming book, Different medicines I took, Sage burning is just a hook, the only thing that works, ...

When I see your lips, I imagine them on my hips, And at that moment the world is violet. I can feel your heat and I require it.

Hooked on a feeling, Tired of seeing, The truth of reality, I transcend my physicality. Sedated to the world, Into a different dimension, I’m hurled, Only for a little bit of time, Too bad it’s considered a crime.

I love the people I shouldn’t, I wish I didn’t, but to leave them I couldn’t. My heart is made of pure glass, How I wish it was made of hard brass. It has broken a hundred times, Because of my friend’s and lovers crimes. Please don’t think of me as being weak, It’s your likeness and companionship I seek. Love me so, Like it is the only thing you wish to know. This wish is strong, It is for you that I long. How iconically romantic would it be, For us to fall in love and be set free. A pair of lost souls who managed to find each other, Through this bittersweet journey, my heart has become tougher. In this time and place that is here and now, I’ll hold out my hand for you to deny or allow. Accept me, my dear, It is only your rejection I fear. And let us be together, You and I, birds of a feather.

Deep blue sea, Engulfed I will be, The shore far from sight, Sure to be a long night. Fighting the waves, Body depraved, Not a single soul around, Most certainly I won't be found. I hope my wife knows I loved her, Is all I can worry while my boat goes under, To the bottom of the rocky sea, she sinks, I will die, methinks.

Looking for a new tomorrow, I sit upon the bed blessed by a thousand Morrows. We are on the precipice of salvation, Or devastation. And I fear that my optimism, Is running thin. The realization that peace died from such a tragic causality, Is the saddest reality.

I think of the things I love, From below and above, There are only very few, But the first thing that comes to mind is you.

I’m saddened at the thought of your leave, Not because I’d forget the memories you’ve kindly allowed me to receive, But instead, I will grieve, Because of how much you make me believe… Infinite happiness you bring, When you speak, my lifeless winter is transformed into a perfect spring. When you write it sparks excitement like the discovery of a fascinating new thing, Time without your jokes and friendship sends me to the frigid winter where the birds don’t sing, The music doesn’t have the same ring, My mood is that of a kingdom who mourns the absence of its king, To others, I do not cling, I understand that you must catch the wind of life and soar with open wing, Life will treat you so well that you will feel like a kid on a summer park swing, Luck and Fortune will weave you a beautiful present made of gold string, But until your return, I will feel a constant sting.

Its halo sends drips of liquid silver gently into the lake, While others dream of such a stake, I am here awake. This ethereal embodiment of such elegance, Puts me in such a delightful trance. I love its dazzling sightful pleasures, So beautiful like an angel’s feathers. Now the water is calm, And from the glow above I hear a song. It trickles down sweetly caressing my faint gaze, Until I see in the middle of the lake, a pearly piano man and the piano he plays. As he carefully crafts a tune, So magnificent it could only come from the moon. 🌑

The world looks so small, when you're a thousand miles away from it all,  floating in a metal ball,  and no one besides your partner upon which you can call.  When I was six or seven,  this place was my idea of heaven,  but now that I reside here, I feel less than,  because there's nothing greater left for me to invest in.  A crisis in space,  an odd place.  too focused on the race,  too late to slow my pace. What a waste. 

Life is best lived to the fullest, Otherwise in the face of demise, You will realize you lived as a fool did. Clench the sail of passion with a tight fist, Soar high until you reach the place only birds seem to fly, Transcended into heaven where only opportunities exist. With similar beings of holy ambition will you assist, Your empire will be forged along the golden cascading sky, Confidence as your scepter, fear, doubt, and selfishness, will all perish.

A low cello fills the room with a lingering hum, A pianist entranced by the chorus, strums. A mysterious elegance resonates throughout the speakeasy, And a stranger realizes that for when he listens he escapes reality.

Down in the lowest levels of foreign waters, one of the last remaining ancient beings dwells Underneath the untouched heavens and hells of the sea floor, he soars shallowly above, For such a peaceful protector of the ocean depths, he feasts only on tiny living shells, A creature of tranquility and a ceaseless searcher, exploring the unknown for the thing he loves. His family of other omnipotent souls follows his guide, Cresting on the water’s surface the land and it’s people’s look so small, When creatures witness the very sight of him they feel a sense of divine pride, A wish to be like him, a wish as strong as the moon controls his tide. After thousands of miles and hundreds of years he comes to rest in waters he called home, For he had only one territory, and it was as wide and deep as he could travel. An entire cosmos of uncharted wonderful waters is his throne. And in his passing, the entire world felt as though their wish had unraveled. And for some p...

Time traveler, Day unraveler, Sweet sensation, Daily cessation, When the sun goes down, And there is no sound, I seek out my bed, As I rest, a world comes to life in my head. Vivid memories twisted sweet, Make for wonderful hours in my sheets. Once in a great while, my nocturnal imagines are tarnished sour. These awful terrors make for long sleepless hours. In these dreams so hellishly real, I find myself alone on a ship with wrecked steel, Or wandering through a dark forest frightened by a beast in conceal, Sometimes, I find myself in a mad man’s dungeon where I can do not but squeal. Time traveler, Day unraveler, Sweet sensation, Daily Cessation, Castle in the air, Only dreams found there.