So AloneGently being pushed over the voracious ocean, A steely, expressionless figure tossed amongst an animated background. Gliding, slowly in my destination to nowhere. Unfurled limbs searching for something to hold on to. Rocking vessels are scattered miles away. They carry the hearts of my loved ones. Whose strained voices call out my name Over the snarling, howling sea. Futile attempts to answer their callsSo Alone
Are lost within this violent brawl between god and these waters. I begin to make deep, bold strokes
But my heavy heart weighs me down. I can no l
Those EyesThose eyes, My dear child, Who could deny Those eyes? Which hold The pallid, summer skies. Sapphire gems Do glorifyThose Eyes
And the Ocean
Bows to sanctify. Those eyes, My dear child, That, to all, mystify Leave me to wonder why You could ever be denied. Those eyes, That could move a Hero to cry, Cause a Honest man to lie
Induce a Anchored soul to fly. The jay bird longs to rectify, The Blue he was denied But has been enclosed in your eyes. So you see My dear child, I cannot begin to try, To att
Unrealistic PeaceLay me down in linen, Refine this homely flesh. What exactly am I missing, Entwined in solacing sheets? The room contracts with ease As a serpent contracts its prey. Surely, this chamber will swallow me whole. Has such peace brought such a poisonous bite? If I breath into deep, Will my bones splinter and break? Certainly, the snap will be heard And this secret sanctum they will breach. I pray this moment is mine to keep, But I fear the strings it suspends on will soon be cut. Like everything else, this moment must end. The world has always spuUnrealistic Peace
The RoadThis is the road I travel, And narrow and cramped are its passages. Worn and tattered I have become, How long must I continue? I have fallen, And I continue to fall. These cuts are laid bare, For all the world to behold. An object of pity I have become, These bruises define me. Thorns tare open, What I believe was once skin. Creatures stalk, What I believe was once a soul Took a wrong turn at a crossroad, Now aimlessly I wander. I am blind, Where is my guiding star? I am alone, Is there anyone else out there? I lay here, &nbThe Road
Chapter TwoI am an ocean. I drift without aim. I live without purpose. I'm always the same. It's nice to relax And hear nature's song. I just want to listen While I float along.Chapter Two
When I met a river That showed me a route, It gave me a goal Worth my pursuit, I chased my ambition. Through rapids I fought, But found that my future Was not what I thought.
I was taken away To be part of a cloud, A vaporous piece Of a heavenly shroud. Until it got heavy And cast me aside. I fell to the Earth But I never died. &
cruel lady
I SHALL RETURN!!!
Euphoric
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