lost in the plumage of angel wings
snuggled in the nest of a kinda dream
trapped in a cloud of fogginess
standing on a plane expressing things
thought provoking the damn is broken
in waves of silence a word is spoken
should the door not open perhaps
a broken window would suffice
seeking love but never passion
the demon of alabaster hearts
reminder of something breached
like a star too high to reach a burst
of energy looking for the settings
to uninstall apps, crap & cookies
golden chips taken a battle axe to
sunken ships stranger things have
been known to happen visualized
and seen as if nothing happened
nothing new it's all just rapping
dotted lines on paper napkins
feelings change separated from
the pain chopped roots sever
the veins block flow causing
strain feeling buzzed off a but of
bud even a hit is not enough
to cushion blows of struggles
karma and consequences
even threatened with going
to hell can't subdue or break
the spell the web is safe until
now, but when the recluse
awakes who will be worth saving