Long Song timeday Poems

In Theory

Possibility or unexpected chances
Horizons that present changes, a chance
The same instance that casualties 
And victims panic 
My antics expire frantic
How can we handle this 
An obstacle is an obstacle, matter or not
A sleeping bag, one empty parking lot
One day your up the next day your not 
What’s real and what’s not
Circumstances exhibit voluntary products  to make reference 
Heaven’s a treasure 
Hell a worthy experience 
You just have to make clearance
Time will take you back 
Further into this design we roam
Casually or alone
Belief is acquired through tradition
Yet it’s unknown
My thoughts, your substance
Our universe to be
The timeliness of this reality
Is it only a world of you and me 
Conscience, unconscious, 
A higher possibility 
For those of us dying to live
A message from we living to die
Life is an eternity to last 
Then again  perhaps righteousness 
Is but a concern of the past
And yet we all laugh
A final meal 
We breathe, we gasp 
My exhausted state of being 
A lifeless fantasy
Crystallized in stones off the coast of Japan
Trapped between the things I cannot do without
And the things I can
The burden and trials of an everyday man
If I love you it’s in my mind
If I have feelings for you 
It’s a chemical rush
While thoughts linger around this concept
I continue my mission 
To break apart your traditional images
I’d speak up but you’d probably say 
I’m trying to impose my assumptions
Strangled in this realm of reality
Making it difficult to function