Infinite-Imagination

In 2004 my hands painted a flower, one with blue skies and pink petals; my life was youthful, and I did not feel sour. The twisted unsettles of a ruthless teen today; the upbringing of such haste in display. In 2004 I threw up a dove, feeling the pressure of its wings against the inners of my throat. For some reason I saw my mother’s wedding ring gone from her finger; divorce papers overwrote. In 2004 my hands ached with bliss, for I painted a pink flower while in an abyss.

Seeking a parallel in quietus from the smoking fields of nebulae where I could see all there is, while reality floats, its distance doubling with the passing of each second. To discover there are no grasslands, that there never was a serenity and how lonely I am for that. Only the tundra of planets with equators untouched by their inner engines in an existence unchanged through the fish-eye lens of light years with tilted skull caps lined up like dominoes.

For numerous nights I lie in wake, your face in mind, my breath it does take. My unsteady rhythm, your quite solid smile, bearing teeth to any to see in a mile. This ode I write is unsure of itself; your heart is not conquered and placed on my shelf. ‘Twas the day I first saw thou, ‘twas the day I sold my soul, for loving whispering fires and so many stories untold. For there was no easy way to admit thy faults that caused the fall; my heart whispered, “What hath been wrong? Call it off!” But there must be no way to snuff thine light that shines for a fire; what a pity, what trite! Your eyes may not have noticed th

Mother Nature. She is the world’s most notorious serial killer. No other can be more creative or spontaneous. Obscuring her weaknesses as her strengths, Eradicating masses reducing flesh to ashes. She turns all novels of life into a vengeful thriller. The effects of her actions are simultaneous. Her native reach is beyond any man’s length. The fact is while we worry about taxes, She could strike again at any given time. After generations of countless preparations. We still cannot calculate her complex design. As she alters her variation to suit any situation. Some pledge their allegiance to her, Others doubt whether she e

Aura: The Redemption You, the selfless protector who is responsible for my redemption - Lending your strong, gentle hands whenever needed Even if the limits of your mind are exceeded You wouldn't let anyone be truly defeated Erasing the definition of: Victim Handing over strength to the ones that are weakened Holding onto those whose grips are slowly loosening You know nothing of greed It's never for your own benefit Forever passing on the luxury of relief And you never have anything left to resent Your hope is boundless / Your love is timeless Your sympathy is limitless / Your resolve is endless You always try your best Taking on ever

Silver mist prevails, Lost within, and among these crisp curling currents I breath deep and History seeps within. Ancient lore drips like dew, I watch the creations in slow mystic swirls, I dive and sink deeper. No one can save me, No one can even reach me... I am me, adrift in my ocean, And silver mist prevails. They say the seers will sink deep, And that we have no soul, But within the tomorrow I see a new dawning. In depths unfathomed And dreams untested, I tread as a new dream shall, Soft is the air around me and... The morn merges crisp, And I see you as you are, No shadows hide you today, We are as we were born. Silver mist prevails