Wandering Song

Repetitive Dreams

Irridescent dreams

float through every night.

Of those once loved and lost,

they haunt me and I wake up to cry.

One is where my parents die.

Another, I lose my lover.

Vivid are the ones I'm holding my baby up high.

Others are opportunities I may have passed by.

Memories are what become of these.

Realities felt like puzzle pieces.

Dreams that feel real.

Melancholy do my days float unoticebly by.

Images from my dreams, always passing.

Keeping me from seeing through the haze.

Addiction

Petrified tears,

cling to my cheeks.

My life has become

a jaded fantasy.

Slodging day to day;

in an un-conventional way.

Dependent on substance

abuse.

Three different ways,

I search for and find.

This gives heed

to my poetic ways.

An outlet for emotion,

these feelings I do crave.

Abduction

Shadows wakening;

slumber disturbed.

Abruptly raised,

something startles.

Caught in a dream,

the movement was real.

My mind controls me,

it is lost in a nitmar-ish world....

feeling present the whole while.

Now I cannot recall,

any of it at all.

Forgotten

I have to admit

who I was

before I lost a piece of my heart;

has been confused,

rent with pain,

secured inside.

She has left a bright shine behind,

it used to fill her whole life.

She is blind

to leave her fears aside.

Living a conventional life.

Clinging to her comfort,

of putting the pain aside.

Bewilderment

Daunting hours,

ticking by slowly.

Every one feels new,

like an act of a play

Although every plot

is written the same.

Only minor humans flaws,

of the characters played by actors;

which easily beset any existence.

Nothing can repeat perfectly,

without nature's free will.

To choose and stumble

into a new way of everything.

Rising to a higher potential

just by putting in the hours.

My mind cannot stop

searching for more

enlightening power.

Mind Utopia

Rebellion;

sifting in the depths of youth.

Ever seeking

what should not be used.

Trading lasting security

for a moments muse.

Like a hunger,

ever searching for this high.

Medicated pills I cannot rely.

Natural herb,

the antidote for my mind.

Serenity

Blue-green waves.

I can see through the sea,

clear water miles wide.

Seashell filled sand,

spongy beneath feet.

Blue diamond sky.

As if they are another world

the clouds drift by.

Cool salty breeze,

often hitting eastside.

Bobbing in the waves,

lazy day of beach play.

Wandering Song

Repleneshing my heart,

this lyric that pervades the night.

The frigid breeze carries it to my balcony.

Strings of a quartet,

trilling beautiful rhymes.

Filling the brink,

overflowing my soul.

Reaching for that everlasting melody,

bringing hope with each singing chime.

Sub-conscious

The stormy seas turn into transparent glee.
My thoughts dive deep in my soul.
My mind is its own,
as if it’s separate instead of sown.
It flies away from me into ways unseen.
I am so real, yet I always unfeel.
Does my mind kill my heart?
Do I block out the realistic dark?
Am I really what I see?
Or am I just a loss for pity?
Whatever it may be, what I am is unsteady.