Waters and Skies

I. You can always tell by the eyes When they’re starting to go You’ll fall for a few of their lies Before you begin to know And you will just defy it (But they know you will never go) They’ll glide through the waters and skies The erratic behavior will soon begin to show Above and away the storm dies A cold, hollow feeling in a black and white glow And they will justify it (But you know it will take them slow) You’ll slowly begin to realize Static is policing their echo The red stitching in their burnt Eye That will probably never unsew And they will just deny it (But you know they will always go) II. The phantom’s days are aphotic Ocean whispers deicide to Moon The morning clouds aquatic Reaching the waves with a bent spoon Mind is lifted and neurotic The Earth will come back to you soon And you won’t feel so erotic While alone in your hotel room (Sex with the city sleepers) Alive where Death lives Gone where the waves go Asleep where dreams wake Dead where feelings die …A light where the stars are burnt… III. Bid these feelings words The machines of waters and skies Embody the gliding emotions Like clouds they shape themselves and go Write this bidding to feel Remember the thoughts that were Like waves they flow and fade away Rid these words of feeling Feel anything at all, fall… Like wind they take and they stray Feel these words to rid The masks and chains of oneself And the dark feelings that boil within Like trees they raise themselves and grow IV. Ocean dreams of phantom mechanisms The world is cold and full of ghosts They watch as their generation swims in murk And the funeral of social segregation will never breathe The night mirrors reflect the soul of a poet Only one comprehends these idiosyncratic vowels Like waves they flow and fade away V. Under the white and blue cloak The clouds are my poet smoke Rain is the cleansing of wicked nights With venom pollution and spider bites That flood my mind with a static tan Vanished through the wire, I already am VI. Her clouded eyes they lock to me I, a sight she was not meant to see My ghastly ripped soul exposed Our deepest feelings transposed And I know this one’s a lie A worn exhausted sigh Printed from the pressed death within Those eyes seek Life all over again (Her flawlessness the only flaw) (His flaws make him flawless) VII. Phantom is high and dark as crow Moon showers greetings below Ocean mirrors it’s divine glow Cloud attempts to steal the show Earth is screaming, we ignore it though Mind is planted and dying to grow Life is tired and waiting to go Static is torn and ready to sew Death is late and killing slow Eye is two and one doesn’t know(Shhh!) VIII. The flames scorching the depths of Eye Splitting the reign of one into two I met Satan at the gates of Hell (Phoenix) Only to be spit back to Earth like scum Half alive and crawling through the moor Realization was the key to the shining door Oh my god, I’m one. Eye am God. IX. The mountains between the waters and skies Keeps dreams from reality and pulls reality from dreams Mind faces fears of the night mirrors and reflections sleep And the liquid light of the moon opens a gateway Where dreams don’t sleep and strength never weakens A world where control doesn’t slip between the seams Of your sewn mind… (Free yourself from the shadows of life and death) X. Through cataracts in the skies A distant moan begins to rise Through an uncharted cloud Of a puddle yet to be in drops The fruit sky shrieking aloud In a garden of iridescent crops With blooming pollution in clad soil Entwined in a cumulonimbus coil Morphing into a levitated brook With a broken and faceless rook In a receding horizon losing it’s form Cackling out to the tempestuous storm Flashes of embers in skies blink Flooding the faintly seen brink Of the distant washed away galaxies Pygmy slowly galloping through Rolling clouds in the skies of aquatic blue A delicate touch of colored waves Painting rainbows on sea graves Where pirate ships set sail Through a violent pour of hail In a limitless sky of falling streams And an icicle ocean of drying dreams Through cataract jets in the skies A static ambience calms and dies…