Hey you! Man with the plan, taking a stand, like the grand Taj Mahal. I shouldn't be applaud that the water trickling on my hand would scald. My bald head, shines with infinity; fingers delighting in simply

Too blue to see anew. The hue of the light shaft calved by my silhouette. Lips wet, yet my mouth tastes of salty sand. Staring down at my hand, the one that demands something must stand. The grand stair

What's going on? What is driving me so lucidly to insanity? The prying minds if my inner eye consistently cry that I may die. Buy why? What cadelist is dropping the chandelier is not clear. For my fear

Chaos begets order, so take that weight of worry off your shoulder. Beholder of life's nothing to the table we bring one thing. Thoughts. Bought by us, brought to each other, sister, father, mother, brother.

Impress me with your grin. It seems a sin, flapping through the air with no wing; only a fin. More at home with a pen and tome, to roam the inter-dimensional pockets of the mind. Digging down deep, delving

Fervently, stubbornly, He toils the thick, moist soil. Muscles taught, swinging pick, Man lost in thought. Steadfast, stoic stone stare, standing alone. Chilled by rain to the very marrow of his bones.

Erdan sat among the stars tonight. The moon bathed him in its’ full bellied light. Past the wrinkled silhouette, stands the great mountains, and the city of his home, where his destiny he just met. Resting

A curiousness overtakes me, free formed and unbridled; I've collided with misinformation. The assumption of knowledge beats down my tolerance. We are the borrowers of facts, what most lack, is the need

So gather we all seem to be. As solid as a great redwood tree. Easily seen, perfectly preen. Like the lush kept ground-keepers grass. A lean in our augmented reality. The gravity unknown in egos' flight.

My devotion, a notion with no cessation. An abbreviation of intention; I'll not drop false explanations. the calibration I'm craving; the truth, uncut that I am breathing. Let not the heathens doubt. Cause

Dispassionate growth, both a trickle and flood. The second hand ticks, clicks away preciously precise moments. Still we remain laughably resistant to the consistent dripping of sand. Those tiny grains

We are the lost planet, writing songs and sonnets. Hoping the bounce from asteroid to comet. Plunge down to the core, Molten truths forever lost to history. Black holes, swallowing everything to ever exist,

Today, today is another one of those bone crunching, will destroying, panic driving pestilent days. I sit within this room, mind dancing from a swooning, bent over the rail of a ship in stormy waters,

You are all I need, basking in the sunlight of your radiance I feel my toes. For the first time since I can remember I have no woes. Then the crashing cascade of my own doing, splashes down upon my hopeful