"Again,
again, it's been so long,
yet the feeling still runs
deep inside.
As though not a second
separated this and the last,
my heart racing
my fingers fluttering.
To spin a tale,
weave a rhyme,
picking up a rhythm
lost to time.
The reason?
Inconsequential,
or unimportant,
rather.
It's been so long,
it seems,
but currently at ease
letting flow out
what some call the soul,
others call just words,
or poetry.
The goal
in the end is to spark a flame,
light up a mind
with imagery.
Personified,
the thousand miles
traveled,
just to have another light
come into my life.
Again,
the slow boil of the machine
turning over to toil
and burn and smoke
and chug along the engine
of mine,
the mind
that writes.
Taking corners too fast,
imagery still spinning
left and right,
picking up speed
and becoming a runaway,
such mass and inertia
turning energy
into nothing less than unstoppable.
To write again,
to sing, or dance,
to do what you have done
because it is who you are,
it's every fiber of your body,
every sliver of your soul...
is intoxicating,
gratifying.
It's heaven,
absolute heaven.
When you're below the beloved Ocean
of Life,
it's waves and currents
holding you underneath.
That moment you see the surface,
the ballet above
of the light dancing
and beckoning you up for air.
That moment you swim up,
the sun becoming brighter as you draw closer,
the cold water becoming clear,
you're so near,
the warmth of the top
felt through,
but you're not quite there yet.
Swim!
Swim harder,
reach for the surface,
because that exact moment
you burst through,
inhaling that open,
sweet, succulent air
of inspiration...
filling lungs, body,
mind and soul...
it is
absolute heaven;
to be inspired again. Gorgeous."
Heavy
laying drenched in hopeless tears, & fear is a blanket over us.
I feel like there is a rope around my stomach,
wrapping around my esophagus,
all the way up into my throat..
it tightens without warning.
sometimes I can't remember who I am..
spitting up blood. can't stand...
on my knees, looking up to you..
why did you turn & walk away..?
guess I wasn't thinking ahead far enough..
lost love, tough luck.
if I had a cut for each time I regret not giving more then I felt I could..
these sheets would be completely stained red..
but I guess we all screwed up.
over time, i'll be able to cut the line...
i'll be able to tie together the ends of these loose knots..
closure will come to me, whether awake or asleep..
it will crawl down my throat, & rip out that fucking rope!
no more blood, just bile..
the impurities enter & leave as I encounter endless trials..
vortex of hesitation, it never pulls you in, but continues to drain you of all it can..
spinning around in the middle of no where,
no gravity, no constriction..
maybe this is why i'm choking & crying out for oxygen..
when will we learn to discern ego from truth, & justice from what is right or wrong..
your skin feels like glass scratching against the surface of my spirit, & who you are is what you shape yourself to be..
but you'll never be a part of what is me.
shaking with some persperation, tied down & untame.
name's without faces...
blank plastic figures taking over your home place & shattering what's left of your heart's fragile stained glass case,
cracked & already chipping all over the place.
emotional sea over-riding me. there's never a drought in her desolate, humid mental space.
her own breath she's suffocated by..
further wandering into the forest, dimmer as each one dies.
the air must be experiencing high tide.
oxygen genocide. the smoke get's thicker as time passes you by..
climbing ladders, risking your life for status & score.
are we nothing but empty within our core?
destiny must be further out at sea, & these clouds are all that's guiding me..
a bit confusing, these doors close behind me..
the shut & slam grows louder each time.
am I walking on a thin line? is there someone there beneath me..?
close your eyes, & see further inside.. reality is just a disguise.
if you can refrain, don't let imagery corrupt your mind.
each & every time I come back around from outside the lines, the coloring is always the same.
dull & grey.. not to change...
i'll leave another blood stain on your concrete floor as i'm walking out the door, once again..
I should of never stopped back in.
imagine, ponder. your love, paralyzed & controlled by fear.. it doesn't feel like they're really here.
all you thought they were is just a blur, or a phase.
the vibe is in constant change. dampened by the harsh rain..
spiritual metamorphosis, brain activity levels to hold sustained.
sometimes the screaming within me won't subside.. should I hide?
all I really want is to be one with the sky.
is there only paradise behind the gate's, entering the afterlife..?