Feel at Home

Located at the top floor

Where no one knocks on your door

Except ghosts

Where you meet your needs but your wants are out

You'll love it here, no doubt 

Paintings of the fall filled with hope and purity

To comfortless mementos of the spring

Seems to be the safest place til faced with your jolie laid to:

Don't sleep or sleep, eat, make some new then we're out again

Always needing a break from her and your work chair

Always hungry for it

A fast life

Want to see it through but no rush

Need to make sure your blueprint is just right, right

  

Days of Void

As I see the light that lays ahead of me

I can't help reminisce when I was raging aimlessly in the dark

Can't help my nature, still

Learned to love what kills and still learning how to destroy the evil 7

Even here they see my mark

the root of it all

Making their sentences: some to hell, some to heaven

Just to remember where I am, where I'm going, they are not free

Nonchalant when I'm not so tall 

Fragile to the weight that others carry but always thrown to the back

Just lay it on me

After providing you rekindle but can't see as far anymore

Only hear: cries, screams, laughter, tongues of all kind

Only beauty I see is dreams: follow the rain they said, allurements to new life

Always be the light, even if they 

Keep watch of you.

Days turn into months 

Months to years, how many years has it been?

Asking questions you know the answers to: will this help me?, will they help me?

Why am I here? What must I do? Where should I head? Where has the faithful gone? Where are my loved ones?

Are they strangers now? Should I make them into strangers? Should I help them forget?

How deep am I, how much deeper can I go, Should I continue?

How grey should these questions be, before they turn dark 

They blind and trap you in a chamber filled with irrelevant, unconnected tongues that you wish you can cut off and down

"How distasteful, how rude" they say after spitting and hitting that lick on you

The human in me starts to shout, "I'm no God"

I'm not and don't want to be

Strange Paradise

Up ahead there is a garden

The light yelling his name

As he shoegazes at his shadow

It begins to hit him

Warm turns to hot

Hot turns to burning

Burning turns into flames

Not able to see

He runs to what blinds him

He arrives with nobody around

Soaring winds guide him

Sets to lay on the grass

Looks up to the trees and sky

Seeing both breathe and reach out to each other

Tired & burning

Fresh rain & flowers reminds him of rest

Mother gives him new skin

For a little less than a week, he dreams of escaping 

The last day, Father calls upon him in his sleep

"What are you doing on my lawn? Come in"

Lenses open to crying stars

Someone shooting them across the sky

Each one showing him different POVs of himself

Ones he's burned 

Ones he won't have to see or hear no more

Subtle falls sing of marriage in the distance

Echos coming from a gazebo

Inside, there was no one

Sets ablaze and tries to find a door 

Maybe even a window?

For now he spends his days admiring the different skies, making clouds and watching them drift away

Enjoy.

In the noodles

For another night, we're in here somewhere

As I devour mine, not minding if I drown

You ask for more just to save it for later

Nevertheless always having our reds and greens

With mouths warm & full, we somehow get around

To a scene you love to be but where I hate to be seen, at least for that night

No good waves no good sounds so soon 1 turns into 8 

More than enough for you to show me one of the things I hate

Show you what I love, static in the air and set your cloud 9 ablaze

Jump and land where we first said hello, just to say our "goodbyes"

That's what we would always say

til April 16

Not much was said

only gestures and one last visit to where we lost our minds

You finally saw what I would always see, but still deny it

Keep your lenses open please

God bless.