The Lord of the Fairies

I walk amongst the flowers
I swing amongst the trees
The evergreens await me
When there are no more bees.

In frosted flower cupcake land
I live amongst the shrooms
Till blossoms bloom again and
Leaves make hammock spoons.

For I am a wild summer child
That you will never see
Lest you swing amongst the rose buds
And dance with sylphs and fairies.

For I am king of the mushroom ring!
Lord of Sylphs and Fairies.

The Creationist

I see the valleys over the living
I see the hills over the valleys
beyond the hills I see the mountains
I see them fall short of galloping clouds.

I see outer space each night above clouds
and stars in our galaxy, our universe but now-
I feel the presence of god in it all
because beyond the universe,
There's something, that started the flow.

My son

A tiny hand caressed my cheek-
His razor blade nails cutting into my stubble.
His squalor alarmed the morning with shrieks like bending steel girders-
The screaming of glass being crunched and pulverized with great blades.

With a sigh and my dreams being rippled like a Buick into a stagnant pond-
I pet his head,
"Good morning, son..."

My own worst enemy

Reality is the laughter you see
my skeleton closet is my shadow.
I wish that my secrets were farther away
but like my shadow, they're attached to me.

And as I plod the dark hallway: blind
I search for my soul and myself
finding more confusion in a world of strangers
I declare them the family and friends, blind.

Without myself, I look upon humanity as a stranger
To myself, to my friends to my family alike
as if they're a foreign functioning species from me
and in absence of recognition, they represent danger...

Freedom

Inspired by the musical stylings of Aurin: My friend Sarah Anderson's band.
They can be found here: www.aurinband.com

Spurning your insanity my mind starts to wander
A dreamland  of regrets reality asunder
Flames lap the corners of memory pages
I've called them heartbreak while others call them stages
The night brings the darkness in which I can hide
It's quiet in here and so cold outside.

I want to break free
Break free from the fear
The past is my prison
And the future is years
Away.

Waking I see the face of my friends
Live for the day like tomorrows never end
Dreams are my reality reality's a lie
But sometimes I wake up and sometimes I try.
One day I lived and now I can dream
Dreams married reality and I'm no longer in between.

I want to break free
Break free from the fear
The past was my prison
And the future is here.

Metaphor

Pocket text from random hero;
you read with nominal apathy.
Regretting the jealous quota; reveal the prodigy universal.
Talent tied ties betwixt twinging smiles;
feed the hungry ego.

Wrap the rotten Salami saving self suicide for unique.
Love,
Respect secretly,
Sound the silly alarm.
Life universal.

Breaking The Mold

The end of the nightmare is just ahead
no one sees it until they're dead
waking and sleeping, life's but a dream
rowing a crooked boat down emaciated streams.
One day we'll find the ocean, call it heaven
and see the grass finally green.

Life beckons the question, "why do we row?"
To accrue wealth? to find bliss? we all reap what we sow.
At the top or bottom, life's an ebb and a flow-
and it's deemed the journey not a destination we can know-
Our mortal shell welcomes us to dream what we know.

So who is the paladin who dreams of "larger things?"
Only god in his ocean pulls the multitude strings-
or fate takes the turn we were destined to swing
Forever by fate or god do we claim to know these things.
trapped by predestination our own natures we bring
to imprison us to our first choices I am therefore I think.