Head Up

In Between Time

In a cool minute I see myself with you,

gracing the clouds with melody,

a love song echoing through.

In between time we will see ourselves swimming,

in a rippling oasis,

a pool of unconstrained winning.

In our own right,

cerebral in this moment in time,

holding hands,

bathing in rain drops of cherry wine.

In my dreams is where our reality lies,

a shadow in the day,

brought to form as I close my eyes.

The Journey

This journey...

is an odyssey into madness,

excursion of relentless suffering.

Longer than what's beyond the horizon.

This adventure is a puzzle without an answer,

a free fall into the unknown.

Our fantasy to plummet into.

Forks bend in an uncertain direction down a beaten path,

yet the excursion,

precreated,

Is Not Definite.

futile in it's being.

A new path is cut down, paved,

freshly inexperienced.

Tunneling through barriers to swim in the sea,

underneath their foundation--

To find oneself flying.

Mapping out new wonders; untapped.

Billowing hills of gold flowing into rivers of calm

seen beyond the horizon.

Head Up

Walk light little soldier,

let the air fill your lungs,

Speak loud, head up,

let your song be sung.

Cry tears when needed,

smile daily and pray,

embrace your self worth,

keep quick sand at bay.

Don't focus on gravity,

things out of your control,

rest assured in knowing,

A king is alive within your soul.

Today

For today,

I am thankful.

Your whisping touch that brought me to---

the promise of prosperity through enablement of my capabilities.

The work that wakes me into productivity.

Today I control only what is within my scope and leave the rest in his hands.

As I leave my daughters to conquer this world,

you smile through them,

and send me on my way.

Warm Laundry

I want a life that feels like warm laundry.

That you can cozy up into like your partners backside when spooning.

A life that's a relief,

like waking up in the middle of the night,

looking over at the alarm clock,

to realize that you've still got a couple hours left to sleep.

A life that flourishes like a wildflower,

low maintenance and free.

A love of my life that I fal for and

can't get up.

A Louis Armstrong life; deep, low key, full of raspy soul.

Loving,

Intimate,

Flavorful,

Enduring kind of life.

Ma rubbing my head, lulling me to sleep with perfect strokes life,

before adult life,

cuz life as a child was living life.

Uncut, untampered with, high grade,

100% pure, drug-free, high as a kite let loose,

Never to Come Down,

feening for life tye life.

An...

Dillusions

Sedentary hope, visions never acted upon,

Dillusions.

You are some kind of dreamer of the most,

prolofic kind.

A victim of societies qualms...

descending ceilings of animosity keep you from reaching your true measure of reality.

A portion of a notion to fulfill wondrous endeavors...

BIG TALK ,

flapping at the gums about how nice you were,

In YOUR hayday,

yet present day is a syndrome of entitlement.

Of prescribed self-medications and women fondled through masturbation.

Jacked off a future full of hard work and stiff pleasure,

as you sit flacid waiting for someone to arouse the good luck you swear has

"just been dormant."

Those blessed with success have lady luck on their side..

up to this point she's been playing hard to get.

Yet today, you're convinced she is going to give you some.

Ain't no greater gratification than the non-instan...