Off until the New Year

Me, myself and I are off to outer space
also known as a quiet refuge and resting place
So until the new year you shall not see this face
for my outer space contains no technology of our modern race

Wait

Sometimes people say
that when you love someone
they complete your sentences,
but I think that love
is when they
wait. 

Downstairs

When I was asked to
Walk
Down
A
Flight
Of stairs
I saw a dark tunnel
Leading to a scary place
And even when I added carpet
It turned a bloody red
And provided no comfort
Only as I fell
Deeper
Into
Sleep
Did I forget the stairs
And stop analyzing
What shouldn't
Be over-thought

A whirlwind flew by
without seconds for thought.
Passing through movements
with words spoken as listeners listened.
Exhaustion often arrives at the end of perfection.

Intruder

A chubby, stout man is standing in my living room.
He seems to be playing with sort of socks and
he is filling his already huge belly with treats
that I assume he has stolen from my family.
He turns around to see me staring at him with my mouth wide,
and he starts to make a very strange, loud noise.
I don't understand the sound that is coming from his booming voice,
he simply repeats a one-syllabled word.
I turn around and run for my life and wonder
what the heck my parents were talking about
when they told me that I should be excited for a
"special" day.

Winter Sleep

The snow covers my world like a blanket.
When the sun hits it's shell
a million diamonds are ignited for only I to see.
Suddenly I fall into a white coat.
I am lost in the depth of it's cold comfort.
Covered as I feel myself falling
Falling into sleep.
This is where I will be led.
Eyes closed, the warmth seeps through
the soft layer to touch my eyelids
and I am comforted once again.

Hidden

Why do you cover?
It is to hide from yourself?
For what lies there beneath such a large façade?
Are you frightened of what you will see?
Beauty, the only word
One of which no one can be.
Perfection is a sound that no one can hear
And flawless is an image,
too impossible to fear.
So take off the weight of which you bear
And be free of the consciousness which you're forced to wear.

A ghost in my house

There seems to be a ghost in everybody's house.
Haunting everybody's dreams, or songs or books.
Try, Try, Try to understand why they come out so often
Something that we have never seen,
Something that may have never been,
Yet anyone who is anyone has had a ghost in their house.
I often ponder this questionable fact.
Is it their nature to shape a life?
Or to represent a bitter strife?
Nothing remains clear to me,
Yet I have written of one
But for what reasons I have yet to see.

Candy Land

Once upon a time I rode on a whale's back and arrived at the end of the world.
Then I jumped off and took a dive to a place that I had never been before.
A swirl of candy was what made up such a place
and each time I got hungry I just bent down for a taste.

Dream World

At times your world seems so perfect, so for what reason would you write?

You feel that every day was going to be like that, isn’t that right?

But it’s the split second where you awake and nothing was left like you left it,

Everything changed and now you're in a place where you just don’t fit.

My mind happens to have to have two people living there.

They don’t seem to mind. They don’t seem to care.

When one takes over she controls the scene

But sometimes the other lives and she can be really mean.

Luckily I live most of my life in nothing more than a dream. 

Grey Day

(Picture children's storybook type images accompanying this)

Grey Days
Sometimes there are grey days inside the head
In place of sun, there's rain instead,
I've never liked these days inside my head.

It's the feeling of having to leave the bed
and trying to walk with your feet like lead,
No one likes these days inside the head.

It is on these days that you will often see red
because you can always remember something horrible someone said,
No one likes these days inside the head.

Maybe you came home and your cat was dead
or you had to finish that disgusting meal you were forcibly fed,
I hate the grey days inside my head.

But rainbows come after the storm as I'm sure I've read
So, so long grey day, it's a beautiful morning ahead!

Woman eaten by Bear

A young bear sits and stares
He's staring up at her underwear.
The woman turns and gives him a smack
Silly thing, the bear fought back.

Mother

I have written you a letter though I don't know who you are.
You, the light-emitting beautiful and fragile one
etched in my mind though seldom visited.
I, loving, overbearing; I don't even know who you are.
It is imperfection with perfection that I await with anticipation.
Driven into my chest rides your innocent thought
I don't even know who you are.
But now, worry wanes in my nervous beating heart
for the strive of the moment as come to me this hour.
You, You told me you liked me for me.
And you, you believe in all the things I see.
You
I know who you are.

Pause on Poetry

A sad day may start today
For I have something grey to say:
I stop this venture
but for a time
as I live out my last hours
to the degree, I do climb.
The repose of short while will start right now
but the sixteenth we reconnect, of this I do vow.

Opposite World

It is in the waking hours that you sleep
You solemn creature full of hope.
And in the shallow waters you fall deep
To where weakened arms so harshly grope.
Come to me you poorest of souls
For your richness will lead you nowhere.

Light

As rhymes of all kinds may flow from my mind

Meaning holding true to those who wish to rewind

Every second the clock is ticking

The words are coming.

But ah the tired soul diving to the pits of eternity

To which means nothing

Push

Blast

Open your Eyes

You see

Light, only light.

Spinning World

Words can be seen like birds on a wire
An image formed then dissolves as we tire.
We fly away from history continuing to repeat
But the world keeps spinning over the same defeat.

Life as a film.

I often picture my life as a film
With the world spinning around me and I'm the one stuck in the middle.
I imagine what each person's role is and how they'll interact with my life
And then I sit and wonder what every individual is thinking or going or from.
Slowly the whole world begins floating effortlessly above my head
and I am left on a rock alone
Wondering what happened to my movie.

Tomorrow

Tomorrow is another day
It always comes, it always fades
Ah, to have a fresh new start
With your whispers to cure a broken heart