Journey into the fathom
For all sights unseen
Just past the never
Right before the careen
Every fantasy unfolds
All aburd some obscene
A taste of forever
An indescribable cuisine
The Chasm
Poetry
The Red Dawn
Breaking the horizon
To bring technicolor
Upon the dark side
Of the blue marble
The Sunrise
Standing at the edge
Of the end of today
Watching the horizon of tomorrow
Drift closer, yet still far away
The gravity of yesterday
All things said and done
Pulling the weight of now
While pushing away the need to run
The Photo
Illumination of thought, gazing
Through a time worn pane
Picture perfect memories
Cracks in the glass within the frame
Smiles dont seem as genuine
Distance in the eyes
Captured embrace seemed so real
Is now infused with whys
The gaze wanders searchingly
For truth amongst the lies
Hoping for a reason to stay
Although knowing its goodbye
The Conductor
Voices in the subconscious
Whispers on the wind
Influencing decisions
Opinions never mend
The weight is always carried
On a single train of thought
Running full speed on the tracks
Advice given instead of sought
One penny away from
Running off the rail
Two cents in return
Hope for the brakes not to fail
The Still
There will be towering highs
And plunging lows
Equilibrium sought
Balancing on toes
Obvious answers to questions
Quite a few I dont knows
Investments in each other
Trust bought and sold
Stilts on a tightrope
Heated talk turns cold
Life after the rings
I do still believed and told
Always all in
Worth the risk to never fold
The Wicked Garden
Something new grows
From the base of the roots
Suffocating the old
Worn out shoes, new suit
The pedals are full
Sweet aroma of sin
Stems of hidden thorns
Ancestry of kin
A mix of past pleasures
A swirl of bitter pain
Awaits the next being
Who tries to conquer the strain
The Press Play
Speak your own lyrics
Walk to your individual melody
Live your own song
The Refresh
The dawn
Brings life
To nature’s
Skeletons.
The Nurture
Sometimes the words
Just aren’t there
To express the dialect
With emotion and care
Hand gestures feel stale
Expressions are bare
Numbness abounds
Continued blank stare
Conversation wont flow
That rivers run dry
The longer the drought continues
The end becomes easier to imply
The sky will cry
When nature sets itself right
Until the clouds roll in
Continue to fight
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