Wishful Thinking

I want to live,
Not just exist within my mind,

So afraid,
Want to know it'll be fine.

Or maybe more,
I just wish I didn't care.
And I want you to take me there...

Never There

Why can't I,
Stop thinking of a love,
Never there?

Mesmerized,
Made-up meaning,
Into illusions dare I stare,

Can't tell you what I hope to find,
But my search is all that keeps me alive...

Heat and Friction

I hate you because I miss you,

I wish,
I could find and kiss you. (corny, eh...stop judging yourself)

But now you've gone with someone else,

This is what you wanted huh?
For me to suffer huh? (says my ego...)

Well now I hate you  more,
I'm trying so hard to forget you, whore!

I want someone else.
But they're not you. (I should pick up a bag habit)

They don't touch me like you do.

But now I have to imagine you.
With someone new.

Some view...
Some new,
Guy touching you.

Taking your scent for granted.

'You and me' remind me life is not a fairy tale.

'Our' absence has made my life a personal hell.

I just want to see you here again.
I wonder what you represent?

I wish,
I could fill this hole up with something else,

But I sit here empty, by myself.

This is beyond beer or addiction.
This is more than heat and friction.

I just... I thought it was gonna be you...

But you can save me,
And I can't save me too.

Unlock.

Searching for the key.
The answer to find.

When will I let me,
Out of my own mind?

Just recently made aware of the prison.
What were my crimes? Will I be forgiven?

Stop thinking.
You're probably channeling.

No past, it's the present you're handling.

The future is just another idea.
The moment at hand is all that's real.

Unlock my cage, let me live now.
The key is in my hand, I have to show me how.

Such is Life

Looking for pen.
Found it behind your ear.

Such is life.

We build worlds.
The walls block out the harshest elements.

I wonder if it can be judged,
Good or bad?

If "there" is the only place we know exists...

Searching for the big picture.
In the dark hanging from the Sistine Chapel ceiling,
With just a candle.

I just want the truth,
Afraid to be mistaken for a vandal.


Protected by illusions.
Sharply penetrated -> Reality -> Contusion

Shattered sky = conclusion,

The shards are falling.

To reveal what?
The Heavens are calling.

Questions to Transition

Birds swimming in the air,
Just isn't fair...

I'm stuck down here.

I guess we learn to go where we must,
Right now, I linger in the cusp.

Blurring of extremes,
No wonder life is so grey.

Shall I become more extreme,
Or do,
Here I stay?


Could we call 'grey' balanced?
Or do dive into the black or white challenge?

Artist

Is life solid or is it paisley patterned?
Ordered and linear?
Or is it all splattered?

It cant be absolute so finish what you've started.
It's your canvas, use your paints.
Be an artist.