Sunset and Circumstances

Kindness is found
In the smallest of spaces,
And the ties that bind me
Are no longer the burden.
I've tasted the fruits of sadness
And woke up in a bowl of gladness.
You will find me growling
Beneath my tree of destiny
While my armoured tail
Breaks  down  the branches
So I can piece together
The  fate I desire.
But I will keep my claws retracted
Until I find what I want,
And  I will pounce
And I will take it for my own.

Stillness must prevail

You think too much.
The mud in your head is
Putrifying.
You will lose yourself
If you have not
Already.
Hold yourself close,
Calm the decay
In your mental capacity.
Quiet that voice
Be it reason or not.
Shut it down,
For your sanity.
Start from scratch,
Keep it steady
And
Breathe.

Subliminal Victory

Scar my intention 
Weaken my voice of doubt. 
Like a lion caught In a mousetrap - 
Ducking and Diving 
And finding 
No end 
To this dark tunnel 
Of retribution. 
And for a fleeting moment, 
I accept. 
I accept me. 
Without modification 
Or criticism. 
I am me 
For all Eternity.

Space Cakes

There are only women
In this suffocatin epidemic.
This time
They died
A little
In the soles
Of their feet
As they tried to run
From the beast
Of frozen lungs.
Through pain
Through fire,
They reached
The cliff of truth
And as they jumped
Into the pirhana infested
Water below,
A small glowing ball
Lifted them
From the pain
Of tearing flesh
And crunching bones.

Destination Innovation

When I get there
It'll be over.
The anticipation,
The journey,
The excitement;
And fear of the unknown.
When I get there
I'll know all.
There will be nothing
To look foward to.
But I must get there
In order to ascend
To the next level
In this game,
This show,
This existence.

Hot air balloon Heaven

Fill your glass,
walk with me.
it's a day of great significance.
A day filled with
Possibility.
A day like no other.
This day will never return.
This day is but one.
So enjoy it.
Rejoice in it.
Drink to it.
Revel in the delight
of this day.
It is as unique
As you are.

Save my Woongleberries

Despair and excitement
And an unlit cigarette
Beneath the curtain of deceipt...
The idea tastes sweet
Like the oncoming traffic
Of heiroglyphic
... mental disturbance...
        What?
         No
It can't be
A mere nonsensical string of words
Attatched to each other by the
Mere broken interior
Of my forsaken mind.
      No.
You have just been
Mindfucked.

Sunlight Stardust

I feel large raindrops
Covering my face,
Cleansing my freedom.
I smell warm tar
Rising up to greet
The heat.
I should step outside
And drench my wisdom
In the growling thunder
Of angry clouds.
The sun has yielded
To give me a cool moment
To breathe
And rediscover
The simple pleasures
Of droplets of life
Dancing on my tongue.