Poet maybe? Lrycist, I can dream
Hell I just love words
Poet maybe? Lrycist, I can dream
Hell I just love words
In the wrong direction, far too often pointed
I think you’re a saint, who’s yet to be anointed
I’ve done my time had my moments in hell
Throw me a rope crawling out of that well
And breathe just breathe
Take in the sun and feeling the wind
They can kiss my ass with that fire and brim
I just need to breathe, breathe, breathe
Breathin ain’t easy when caught inside a vice
Like being under water looking up at ice
Love is like breathing, no way to live without
That needs to be remembered
Shatter any sense of doubt
# Life’s moment, living free
From this perspective is my writing just gibberish
Have I tapped into insanity
Or a new level of creativity
I’ve never no wait
Yep not ever attempted being creative
Only escaping my illusion of reality
Maybe focus or letting go
How will I ever know
Unless like now I wander in
I won’t sink hell I can swim
The dawning of enlightenment, a twinkling of a star, a breath an inhalation of grace, a moment in nature beyond explanation, a heartfelt message either given or received, a third eye vision, a thought that expands and explodes into crystals scattered throughout the Universe, an Angelic flutter of wing, a space where one’s mind goes silent.
These and a million others all of which are possible to any soul willing.
She whispers now in my right ear
It’s all a dream
My only thought what does that mean
Again her voice so calm and clear
Don’t worry child it’s just a dream
I’m trying hard to understand
But on deaf ears it seems to land
No need to know or understand
Waking ups the entire plan
Vampirish urge and tendencies to walk the night alone
Yet I find the real loneliness awaits me back at home
Not conqueror nor aggressor
No desire to inflict upon another
Anything that might cause pain
Just a wish for some connection
That night douse this lonely flame
I allow no one to abuse me physically mentally or emotionally. That role is completely mine.No one could live up to my expectations.
The insanity in this statement is it’s reality.
You have no idea what it means to be alive
Spending all your days thinking you must just survive
Time is this fragile concept only meant to enslave
Hoping we get is the reason we gave
Somewhere in my soul I know I’ve lived at least a 1000 years
Eternity shakes it’s head when present time is all She hears
The best day of my life as I’ve lost my mind
It’s been my greatest enemy
Since the dawn of my time
Like a helium balloon I see it drift past the clouds
Smile and wave goodbye and I don’t hear a sound
The silence in my head is ever so sweet
Awakenings happened the circles complete
I AM Blissful innocence
I AM
I do not need to change my mind, but look upon it with fascination
Who Am I? I don’t know
Who Am I? I have forgotten
Who is asking the question? I Am
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