Help me through, magic blue.
Help me through.
The day.
The day.
Oceans’ blue.
Oceans’ grey.
Help me.
Save me.
Let me be swimming.
In you.
To you.
A new beginning.
Start new.
Don’t let me hear a single noise.
Just your waves, a mermaids’ voice.
But no more banging sound.
Let me whirl and swirl, let me go.
Round and round.
To places I don’t know.
But seen only in dreams and heard only in whispers and voices of the sea.
Let me be that creature, let me be sparkly. ✨

Flesh of my flesh
Not of this world
Halo in thee clouds
A remedy
Dawn of a new day
Carry me
Over thee ground
That’s broken
What goes up
Must come down
Everlasting light
The world
Knows no bounds
Forever lost in time
It must have
Been inside my head
An illusion
That kept me down
Buried me beneath
My lost sad self
Cleaning your pallet
Trying to heal
Believing in a power
So great you can’t even fathom
Yet there he is
Over and over a constant energy
Erasing yesterday’s
Sorrows
Separating
Good and evil
Hand in hand
One must fall
I’ll take thee ladder
Looking through
Your eyes
Your everything
I need along thee path
Defying gravity
Don’t let me lose sight of
What’s important
But most of all you

It knocked
softly
a breath at the door
but I
bolted the windows
and swallowed the key.

It came wearing warmth,
but I mistook it
for fire,
for teeth,
for grief with a new face.

So I fled,
faster than joy
could reach out its hand
afraid it might feel
like home.

I’ve got a new pad, 50 pages
That’s a lot of room for my rages
Enough space to spill my soul
Getting to the cardboard, that’s my goal
It might take me a while
I’ll have to laugh, cry and smile
When I finally get to the end
The cardboard will be my friend

Obsession gripping
Compulsion dominating
Total confusion

"What would people think?"
"Nothing."
"Do you care or even think about them?
Do you have anything to blame?"
"They have their own jobs to do,
Just like you."

"Judging you from different frames,
'They' is just part of your brain."

Precocious baby, tempered to a china-blue hue, you
Had not been ripe as a morning glory
Before riots mongered in the plasma of your shapeless head.

Haunting as an omen, you
Had drank from the cord of my cold-blooded artery.
Turned my insides out like a shimmering dime bag
As we fell to the earth.