Adventure
Kiss The Sun
Strolling down a long and winding road,
on a quest to kiss the sun.
I Come across a majestic frog to lick;
hallucinogens, coat my tongue.
A group of fairies descend from up above,
providing the powers, of Peter Pan.
With youthful grace, I glide towards the sun,
repeating the words, "I think I can!"
Icarus is my hero.
For his honor, this quest must be done.
With the help of all, these fairies' wings,
I shall finally smooch the sun.
Starvation halts my travels,
so preparedly, I pick through my pack.
Hindsight is twenty-twenty.
Magic mushrooms; poor choice of snack.
I depart with dismal desperation,
reaching depth-defying heights.
My optimistic outlook obscured,
by the magical meal, I now fight.
A wizardly bird and a rodent with wings,
aide in guiding me back to my path.
Progress short lived, as I plummet back down,
wounded by a warrior wasp's swift attack.
"The sun sends it's sincere regards,"
sinisterly said, by the savage wasp.
"My companions, take up your arms!
Our quest is too important to stop."
Out of the forest poured even more creatures.
Flying frogs fill the fight with their song.
Mice with bows, make the sky black with arrows.
With sorcerous squirrels, slinging spells, this won't last long.
The wasp's brawn, would've beat me in battle;
if it weren't for my magical friends.
As the wasps whisk away in retreat,
cheers of victory ring throughout the land.
Not every battle was victorious, however.
My sanity suffers and is slipping away.
The snack slowly sneaking inside me,
will have me grounded the rest of the day.
Every territorial tussle has victims;
the previously projected path paid the price.
Forgoing road and forcing through forest,
making way, with my magical mice.
I'm lead to an ominous doorway,
lucidity, left lifeless, with a look.
An endless field of fear filling flowers,
baring the haunting head of Captain Hook.
With my adventure's purpose losing clarity,
and my nervous system in severe distress;
I beckon the fairies, to carry me back home;
dreaming of Icarus, as I rest.
Giant's Journey
I stomp around the woods at night
Like a giant with a drum
Forever chasing a distant light
Squished between my finger and my thumb
As it moves across the sky
My fingers do the same
Serenaded by the sound of wolves
And the locals gone insane
One day I'll finally reach you moon
You've never lead me astray
This world is not meant for giants
Please whisk me away
Dandelion (January day 15)
I am not one for
casual exploration
I take every place I ever enter
and weave them into these dreams
spit out their names when I have nothing else to say
It is time for me to show you
the beauty in the bliss
and the broken in the rhyme
I am not one for
taste tests
I swallow everything whole
until I am made of the world
all the sweaty nervous handholds
all the toothpaste on every counter
I write you all down in song lyrics
I am not one
to witness passion and hold back
I am building you out of dandelions and
the further we go the closer we get to finding ourselves
The Greatest Adventure
A thousand miles away
And once upon a time
I'd run the whole wide world
To put your hand in mine
I've waited for my whole life
And can wait a little more
For you to come along,
Someone I can adore
I've crossed the strangest countries
And weathered the wildest seas
Just to see your wondrous face
And fall upon my knees
I've ventured across the planet
It's tundras, deserts, and trees
But the greatest adventure of my life
Is: would you marry me?
Draw Your Pen
Life’s too short. Life’s too short.
The time to pursue your dreams is right now.
Life’s too short. Life’s too short.
There’s no waiting. It’s time to go.
What’s wrong? What’s the matter?
Are you alright? Please talk to me, okay?
Did you lose your home again?
Are your parents disowning you?
I’m here for you only if you let me in.
I cannot guide you, but I will be along for the ride.
They cannot put strings on you forever
If you find the scissors to cut them.
Your passions are only for you to decide.
Life on Earth could end tomorrow so why the fuck are you wasting your time?
You were born for adventure so you might as well draw your pen.
Life’s too short. Life’s too short.
The time to pursue your dreams is right now.
Life’s too short. Life’s too short.
There’s no waiting. It’s time to go.
There’s one thing that you need to know;
It’s to always keep an open mind.
You will possess such beautiful magic
If you would only take a chance.
The universe is so much bigger than we realize.
The sun will not last forever. It’s just a fireball that can burn out.
Marine life is going extinct and it’s all our fault.
Life on Earth could end tomorrow so why the fuck are you wasting your time?
You were born for adventure so you might as well draw your pen.
Life’s too short. Life’s too short.
The time to pursue your dreams is right now.
Life’s too short. Life’s too short.
There’s no waiting. It’s time to go.
Escaped Through the Wormhole
the lines
unraveling
while I’m time traveling,
I hear a ringing something in my gravity-------------stretched
ear, my spaghettified fear [look it up]
I’m near
a complex effect
yet, my ship is long wrecked,
we were connecting the sectors,
we are stardust collectors.
didn’t correct it to victory,
now in a strictly forbidden wormhole
hidden within another dimension,
and just outside lies the elemental
nectars of divine planets
crammed in with
Neodymium & Neon
refracting towards far out fronds
of a galaxy beyond
Earthen sight
where light
is nearly gone
and gear-ran peons,
machines confined to geo-mines for eons,
have the rights of three delights,
drill, collect, and protect
this best tech for light years,
if blessed I’ll retrace my place in space
and free these spiritless slaves from
barely aware of the immeasurable treasure
that I’m missing, still not sure if
the Magnetic planet will remain static
or have some dramatic impact as it’s attracted
towards reactive iron cores.
My doors are floored.
Keeping my cool
while I sail through
this wormhole
that pierces the fabric
of everything,
not totally certain,
if this is my closing curtain,
‘cause I’m only Carbon,
lonely and starving,
funneling and spiraling
the tunnel keeps turning,
eventually I’ll be burning,
I don’t think I’ll be returning
Home.
Frivolity in the Midst of Danger
Come on, take my hand.
There’s a stunning carnival
Right in front of us.
It lights up the night
Like a group of fireflies.
Don’t you see that we have
A chance to rule the night?
So what are you waiting for?
There’s lots to do.
So much to see.
Our hearts will guide us.
No point in holding back now.
We only live once.
We can’t waste this time away.
The night is so young,
But baby, so are we at heart.
The park is stunning.
It’s everything that
I dreamed of.
Why did I delay before?
Now that I’m grown up,
There’s no chains to hold me down.
Come on, take my hand.
The rest of our lives await!
Why are you so scared?
Is the rotating wheel barrel blocking our path?
Did the power outage cause your heart to beat so loud?
Intensive moments build up character and bravery.
Your fears are below you now.
The storm may have
Crashed the party,
But that’s not how I see it.
Being so close to danger
Puts what we’ve learned to the test.
So let’s stand our ground.
And not wait until tomorrow.
The park is stunning.
It’s everything that
I dreamed of.
Why did I delay before?
Now that I’m grown up,
There’s no chains to hold me down.
Come on, take my hand.
The rest of our lives await!
Shoestrings
Shoestrings (an affected poem)
Are people's
lonesome adventures
depressive masquerades?
In a culture of one's
design; only
'tis Not
Deceit tied them
together like
Shoelace
Solace.