The Plan

Oh Misguided mistletoe
Shattered dreams rain down like comets of despair
The stupidity of our humanity builds useless protection
A solemn expression of eyes wide watching
A catcher of tides on an ocean shore
Slow to form and unrelentingly underdeveloped
Better does not exist in human nature
And growth is produced from disturbance
Pointless activities bring drought to the brain
On a treadmill chasing after rotted sugar cane
Hm,
A folded blueprint falling out of pocket
And a heart contained smothered in a golden locket
Disappointment disappointment I repeat the smell that is carried through air
But layers will fall off as with the graying of each hair

Collidastars

Collidastar crash into me and fill me with your treasures
Unearth my deathly hollows and mask me with your comfort
The void is black and bites upon my heart chewing it away and tearing it apart
You wanderer you with your unfinished journey
Will you be at my side once I’m lifted on the gurney
Time and space divided two worlds apart
Do you know where you’re going I don’t know where to start
A pencil without lead creates no marks on blank paper
So the details you seek has no hand of a maker
To want is not to need and to need is not to want
But the images flood in with the memories that taunt
It was held captive and is still alive but death exists behind dulled eyes
The war of the worlds an unearthly battle
Only one is complete other slaughtered like cattle
An alignment of stars lasts only so long and the strength of this grip can barely hold on
Red velvet sashes have fallen through the night
Your interest in the others gave them win in this here fight

The woman in BLack

She made it to the end but the insides rotted out

In armies they marched in and hollowed all that was in out

Cracks in the foundation made it weak at the base

And the stones that were thrown made for an imperfect place

The home that she carried now haunted in her heart

From the trail where you left her to follow in the dark

The Journey to 7

The canals are long for a mission yet complete

The light shines at the end of the tunnel once steps have set into motion

The big picture has established itself from a high vantage point

The path is unveiled and the travel begins

The view from the top and a moment of clarification

The destruction of past as written in stone

The day of celebration to assume all complete….The time to rest either win or defeat

Real love

Real love filled me up to the brim
Real love gave me an upside down grin
Real love gave me undying pain
Real love caused lost control of my brain
Real love felt like the death of my soul
Real love felt like a huge gaping hole
Real love bruised me straight to my heart
Real love carefully picked me apart
Real love carelessly tossed me away
Real love left with no words left to say
Real love gave me a reason to fly
Real love was also the reason I cry
Real love made me understand too that this real love was not really true

When the smoke cleared

Entangled wires have been worked into straight
The mess was packed and shipped off in a crate
The mind fed up with a constant debate
When time for forever turned into too late

Seasons to come and events to follow
Dug out the interior until only hollow
The pill was too big and now too hard to swallow
The gap too wide with no love left to follow

Floated into space and was left out to wander
Now too far gone from the pain of your thunder
The rain hit hard leaving cracks from with under
And washed out the spark now burnt embers to ponder

A smoke that is thick will turn a mans eye blind
His hands stretched out for what he cannot find
But smoke will fade in the presence of time
Leaving clarity to travel from heart into mind

Real love doesn’t exist from one side to the other
When the one sides intentions are only that of to smother
The bird is to fly and not left just to hover
So death has grabbed hold of the heart of this lover

To be chocked from the smoke during time left to suffer
The pieces have fallen and shattered in clusters
But brass can be buffed and in time will have Luster
As a smoke cleared path is swept up with a duster