Thoughts Hovering Cloudy

Standing on the shore beneath the crest of an incoming wave
Not bothering to take shelter or seek safe haven
Not bracing for the impact of the water crashing down
Because it’s just some peace and quiet that I'm craving
The pain, the frustration, the hassle, the hurt
The evils I came to escape
Have returned and returned with assault and assault
And no help comes to my cries of “rape”
Standing on the shore beneath the crest of an incoming wave
Is this anguish all part of some scheme?
The shore of the beach was relaxing and pure
Have I been in prison and the beach was a dream?
A breeze flows through a window crowded by bars of satin and steel
Metaphorical in nature, of course
The wave takes shape and stalls in the sky
Above my head, awaiting signs of remorse
And I look back on my life and the choices I’ve made
Re-examine my moments of fear
Take stock of the times I was heroic and brave
Plead my case to the judge in the mirror
Standing on the shore beneath the crest of an incoming wave
And standing ready for the water to fall
The shore, a cell, makes no difference in the end
It’s just how you perceived it all.

The Theological Mirror

I pity you, spiritual leper.
I see you shed your faith everyday.
I feel for you and your soul of disease.
All you believe you can’t see you betray.
Terrified of the Theological Mirror
Afraid of the reflection of your soul
You scream and yell at the flaws you see
In vain hoping to regain control
Hoping to obfuscate your own faults
By drawing all eyes on those of another
You wave faith like a mace in a crowd of the blind
And you laugh at the pain of your brother
How great it must be and how great must be the view
As you sit and condemn those passing by
But you will find that when held to the standards you used
Your horse was just a tad bit too high

Spiraling Orchard of Ravenous Thorns

Spiraling orchard of ravenous thorns
Clawing and ripping the ripeness of youth.
Drifting onwards towards obscurity proudly
With heavy glances towards ominous skies.
Sails tattered and bow torn by shards of memories.
Only surviving for the next gracious defeat;
Beaten but never overcome.
Always moving back into range with a smirk.
Never accepting loss, but growing stronger with each blow.
Past meets future in a glorious ka-boom of presence.
Aware without care in a holy embrace of false glee,
They only know joy when they can see sorrow.
My ship is battered but afloat and headed towards the sun.
I see tomorrow with a dance of joy I can not ignore.
The shards of memories fade with the parting of ominous skies.
Not beaten, I overcame the next gracious defeat.
I stand on the bow and glare proudly at the dawn.
I have made it into the tomorrow as the darkness of yesterday drifts off into memory and dies.

Apathy, Salvation, Solitude

Once was a time when all was nice and neat.
Once was a time when all was clean and pure.
Once was a time when I knew my place
And now I find I am not sure.
Locked was I, in solitude and shame
And I was comfortable in my despair.
But now I see the darkness around me
And I realize that I actually do care.
So what can one do, what can one be?
How can one change the comfort of life?
When what one is simply is not who he was
And he must find who he was or else die.
As it was sung, in the strangest of places
The light is shown if looked at right.
I think I found what I need in the strangest of places
And I am now insecure and trapped in fright.
When I was sad I could see that I did not mind
If the sadness was taken suddenly away
But joy is what I feel and it’s too good to be real
And I am afraid this dream will end with the day.
The right person, wrong time is the dilemma of fate
The catch where I find I’m not free
This person is perfect in every such way
Except she has no room in her life for me.
So I sit here and sulk, I sit here and cry
I cannot believe this joke G-d has played.
I did not know I was lost or alone
Until this day where I was almost saved.

Fractal Crackles of Starless Night

Bored babble ramble
Stoned and High
On fumes of herbal decree
I see
The light at the end
My friend, it is all illusion
The confusion, the spectacle
A reflective table
In the corner for the coroner
Funeral procession traffic stopping side show parade
Things will fade
Over time, sublime feelings collide with wondrous glee.
I see the river fade into the sea
Memory can falter but history will remain
In the window pane fractured
Fractal crackles of starless night
The plight of the bumble bee
Seems so redundant to me
In the hindsight of perfect vision
I wish that it would all just stop