The day did come

Stars and life aligned

In a dream

I wished I dreamt.

Hollow whole

Alone is where I am left-

Where I never left.

Alive and well today-

Gone tomorrow

Gone I'll go

In a wish I wish I meant.

A dream made
In only a moment of time-
I saw a tunnel light
Deep in an eye.

Tossing and tumbling
Amongst the wind
Shade came and set in.
More alone now
Than I was when I was alone.

Slouching heavy
Tears of turning back time
So I looked to hit rewind-
Fast forward is all there is to find

The tunnel in the light
Surely did die.
And maybe in these seasons passing
A real you
Will reignite.

The Well

There is a well
And imaginary well-
I am looking down there
But I cannot see the bottom,
For maybe it is a bottomless hole.

Maybe down there in that well
Is my soul.
Or was that swallowed
Long days ago by the timeless tide
Of the rocky coast I met years ago?

I stand here alone,
With no back bone.
For what now is there to fear
Of jumping down in there?
Maybe I'll find a sleep so deep
That will last forever-

There I will dance among dreams.
Nothing real
Nor surreal
There, nothing I will feel-
I am no longer real.

Heavy thick fog
Set on me-
It seems I don't know where to go.
We've all felt the fog
That sits and waits,
And you feel as though
You cannot escape.

So I thought what maybe we could make
Was a wand-
A wand that fades it way away,
Everything in clear sight
Then maybe we'd be right.

But no one will stop
They're just getting all fucked up.

Dissipated life.
Thick fog forming every night,
Soon the light
Will no longer fight.
And it will be dark-
Too dark to find the tools
To make the wand
That'll cast prefection to last.

So I dream away
And fade away...
Into the fog.
And you cannot see my face,
Or the life in my eyes
All you see are prefect white lines
That steal time
And take away the ideas of what is life.

I've been left and lost,
Still with plenty of coins to toss.
Can you look out there?
Over there to the west?
Well I've heard that is where the fog may lift.
I'm walking out of here
Out of here and to the west.

Make or break my dreams
It may,
But here I cannot die.

Thank you
For being the greatest of pretenders.

The winds picked up
And the city began to spin.
Twisting and tearing objects-
Already a mess.
There I was left,
My eyes hurt-
Devasted,
Things were already a mess.
I was part of that perfect mess.

And so I left.
Thoughts of perfection is what I took.
Here I stand-
Perfection crumbled,
And I want to walk
Deep into the forest.
There I'll twist and tear
Thoughts of perfect
I'll make it a fucking mess.
Maybe I was always the mess.

If I could become someone else
I'd be no one else.
Maybe just a fragment of thought.
Where perfect is made
Lived short
And then taken away.
But I am really happy-
Here and now.
Perfection taken away-
No one counting for
Or on me.
Lonliness is simple-
The perfect kind of mess.

You & Perfect.

The mind is a space that develops in time.
Filters
Flows
And endlessly divides,
Pieces
Places
And peoples.
Equaling out what it holds divine.

I divided you
Into tiny little pieces.
I made you-
Meaningless.
So I painted you-
Perfect.
With a minds pallet of a million colors
Mixed and matched,
I made you whole,
Perfectly Perfect
Is all I could colorfully craft.

Were you ever told-
Told the array you make?
In a minds space,
My minds space?
Forever I could endlessly divide
Tiny bites and pieces of you.
But it a moment of time-
I could only paint you,
Paint you with perfection.

We all have the ability to make someone feel very alone.
If your intentions are not pure
Of truth and of the good,
Better best to let one be
And free of feeling lonely.

Cut old ties.

Ghosts do follow us behind.
Demons have our throats.
Voids in soul-
Glitches intricately do divide
Each to our own.
Who does follow you behind?
Are they dead or alive?
Do you choose to loose you're ghosts?
Or seek the haunting that reeps behind?
I'll cut yours-
Will you take away mine?
Fill the voids,
I seek to define.
Lets fight our demons,
Together we will no longer hide.
Our souls and minds
Equally can combine,
In search for truths of given times-
With new beginnings
We shall compose,
Life lived in truth ever in search of youth!

We are part of this great big mass-
Mass of what man and scientist have forever rediscovered and uncovered.
What is it that I will discover?
Perhaps something small-
Or maybe whats inside of you.
Maybe I have already discovered
Just have yet to uncover.

And every year the buds do blossom
The snow does fall
Physical mass is buried
Souls ever drifting through the tides of what is called eternity.
My brain of thoughts and wonders
Sitting easy in duplicate
Uniquely formed skeletal mass.
So many dreams we each possess-

And so we journey
On what is wondered,
Rediscovered and newly uncovered
And I believe what matters-
Matters most.
Imagination of the possibly impossible.
Inner existence
Toyed and questioned
To uncovered the meaningful
Discovery of transcending one self
Timelessly to discover new thoughts and wonders
Rediscovered and uncovered.

Want is only a feeling.
That I can and will let pass.
The more shit you have...
The more you have to loose.
The more you have to keep track of.
The more you have to stress out about.
Simplicity in belongings allows your brain to exercise in a more healthy manner, it gives more time for imagination and intuitive thought.

TheCityThatNeverWas.

And so you changed.
For the worst of ways,
And look who you hurt along the way.

I don't know you anymore.
It is so sad you had to change
And throw it all away.

We had the world in our hands.
My palms are still filled though,
Lessons learned.

Here I go.
And I'll go alone.
I never should have counted.

Counted on you.

The end of what was.

Would you like to meet me in sorry land?
It is easy to get there, and it is quiet.
You can say you are sorry to me there.
Or are you not sorry?
If so, I am sorry for you-
Like the rest of them said they were.

You must be sorry though.
For being so selfish,
For disregarding those you are suppose to love best.
Aren't you sorry for letting me down?
Making what was come undone?

I guess you are not.
You never showed up.
Sorry land does not wait forever-
Not for you
Or me.
I suppose it is time I carry on.

I wish I could have waited,
Waited there forever
Because there is a grinding in my joints
As I walk on.
I am lonely-
I thought I meant more to you.

Would you like to meet in the land of what was?
There maybe you could see
Everything you gave up-
A journey of dreams
We timelessly weaved.
Maybe you were not ready yet.
Soon though I know
You'll be filled with regret.

Maybe it was all just pretend to you.
Dreams to occupy
This trapped time that slowly passed by.
It meant the world to me!
And so I go with what I know-
I won't be the one missing out,
And I never turned, turned on you.
For now-
What I know will have to be enough.

My bones are not broken.
My hearts still beating.
And so I'll make truth of our dreams alone.
For what it is worth
I will always love you for what was
Whether you are sorry or not.

The wind blows
And we spin,
But we barley know-
When your out,
In that vast wide land
Where poppies grow,
There-
When the wind blows...
You know ?

How we spin
Gravity pinning
Tied to the ground,
Our flesh.
But our souls
Yielding to go
Into the unknown . . . .

Walking and wandering
So I go
In views of the earth
You and I both know.
Together here now.
Spinning in the wind,
Waiting
For the right tick in time
The view in flight.