Wallows!

One wonders about the ways of the mind. The crazy creation of thoughts. The emotions that flow. There are things you say and things you don't, not even to yourself. This is a make believe world of fake reality. There is nothing good or bad about it, it just plain sucks and I am tired of playing games and asking trick questions. I want some solitude if I can't get what I want.

There is a sense of hopelessness and a cynical irony to the feeling. An indescribable angst that just makes the wallowing in self pity so much cooler.

Waiting for a Shadow

I am standing,
Precariously perched on the edge,
Ready for the jump,
That will land me,
In the midst of cotton fluff,
Fields of softness and blues.

I slip down the precipice,
To descend into a bliss,
Of unheard of happiness,
That seeks to please,
Complimenting the calm of my world.

There are no boundaries,
No wasted souls in my worlds,
Peerless laughter is all that rings,
In the dense beauty of a paradise,
Created to draw the lines of love.

I sit there in the midst of my colours,
That have painted the walls of a castle,
Waiting and watching for a certain shadow,
To dance in the waters of my stream,
To blend into a unison with me and my world.

Wonder Blues

Wasted in transit,
I am sitting on a bench,
Drying my tears,
In the blowing wind,
My head heavy, i droop.

The dampness of being,
Engulfs my soul,
Drawing me into depths,
Into unknown hollows,
Wrapped in time.

I thought it could be so,
Or rather that it would,
But the morning,
Is no longer the same,
And the night too cold.

I yearn for some warmth,
I lost a while ago,
So i sit here alone,
Sighing with the wind,
Hoping to find a better day.

Wanders

Lost in my own darkness,
I wander fumbling,
Through winding corridors,
Gazing into emptiness…

The walls echoing,
With my empty thoughts,
Bouncing off as echoes,
Hollow and empty in their screams…

Hollering and ranting,
I run amok and astray,
Fleeing inner demons
Desperately trying to find my way…

Stumbling I reach some light,
At the far end of darkness,
I reach out to it and tug myself up,
Back into reality and back in time…

Folds of Love

I am writing in the winds,
The sky my canvas,
To the open seas,
The endless horizon,
Little words of love,
Sealed with a kiss,
Aglow with a fiery passion,
The words sink,
Into the skies blue cushions,
They from clouds,
Full and desirous,
They float across the open,
Reaching out for ears,
Ears that are waiting far away,
To soak in the caressing words,
That drift his way,
He reads the painted love,
In words etched above,
The tingle of their meaning,
His heart yearning,
Watching and waiting,
For my lips to profess,
The words that I wrote to him,
In life and blood,
He craves to hold,
Me the elusive,
I yield to him at last,
Snuggling into the folds,
Of his divine love.

Misty Dreams

There are smiles and sighs,
Laughter and tears,
The world spins on,
Into the wheel of time,
Slowly nearing nothing,
The soul yearns for something,
Bright, shiny and new,
The eyes keep looking,
For the silver lining,
Evading and elusive it fades,
And reappears again,
In another time and space,
Seeking a quest of the soul,
Dragging the mind along,
Covered in misty dreams…