

Out to seaI travel wide and deep Far into the unrelenting sea Cutting ties to clinging land Drifting off, alone and freeOut to sea
No hurdles exist now in sight,
And fewer yet, in this head of mine Freer than ever, the vessel slides forth
Coursing to the horizon, severe and divine
Crushing humanity is finally reduced To a slight, ever diminishing sound I sail serenely through the infinite deep Leaving forever the pressing ground
Setting forth on a voyage of calm I set course through the wild harsh blue With a smiling heart, I lift my gaze Straight at


The doorThe bell rings, soundless To me, the only one that hears I sit up in place, then emerge from my space Drift off to check, skin crawling with my fearsThe door
Soft sounds emanate from inside the door Siren songs, seductive and still Cold air envelopes the surface from within I breathe in slowly, savoring the chill
My watchful eye finds its way To the keyhole, dark, revealing naught But black infinite space, warm and inviting Lapping softly at the tendrils of my frozen thought
I slowly step away, an unconscious move Allowing space for the door to open wid


Rebelling against peaceStraight times, desperate measures Man rebels against the peace so hard fought Shatters the bottle against the wound; reopening Uttered phrases, only recently forgotRebelling against peace
Blissfully aware of the damage caused By the harsh, contempt soaked word The short, sharp silence that follows Will, for a long time, be the last moment of peace that is heard
Regret, in the aftermath, a silent thought Echoing incessantly, yet a quiet sound In the still dark, where all is near lost An impure, yet addicting contentment is found


GuiltA trickle of water glides down the surface (Ivory white, surgically clean) A torrent, a surge of transparency follows A downpour of artificial rain, felt but not seenGuilt
"Wash my sins away", I bemoan A silent scream, echoing loud Alas I found, it does not work this way For guilt is a disease not easy to stay
It gnawed away at me, even in a place of refuge (None to breach the inner confines) For a guilty mind at peace is not A growing blister, not easily forgot
I gather strength to break the mold A resolution to a first step (strangely not harder th
--
We have tasted from the poisoned gift of love,Which condemned us to forever fly alone...
--
We are Gods unwanted children
--
I am exactly what
you think Im not!
one day in the life of me:
--
I appreciate the sentiment, cryptic as it may seem.
Happy all of the the above to you too.
--
Comfortably dumb
Previous Page12345...Next Page