Fading starlight gracing past and present. No time motions in an endless ocean of happenstance.
Will you give me this dance? Life beating down my door, screaming for more, I hide in a blanket fort like a scared child screaming for a home that no longer exists.
That yearning, searching, emanates from every part of my illusion.
Fading starlight gracing past and present, illuminating the darkest hour, that subtle doubt forcing a glance in its direction. Fleeting though it might be, passing me by every chance it gets screaming and throwing beer cans.
Watch the lens! I shout as I film every chance.
Beckoning me down a dark lit tunnel, no light shimmering, I feel my way along its borders scared the guards will find me, deport me back to a wonder land I never wanted in the first place.
Second chance come and gone, I do not belong.
Only path is forward and through, a dense mingling forest so shrewd with trees barking at my inner ears, ringing cedars laughing.
I machete in hand hack a trail through this dense jungle beat attempting a glance, a chance to steal the golden city for my own riches and fame. Got to make that name.
Lost in mazes entrenched in planetary blazes. Fires licking the walls, tempting me to leap into zero gravity waves. Icicles forming on my tongue as I speak ancient words drizzled in sleet.
Frosty ways and haughty babes, go hand in hand like depth charges in an underwater battle field just waiting to pop off in your face.
Mines plotted, dotted and aligning the fields, one false step and BOOM! My being is upset.
Psychological profile twisted into a terminology subset, categorized by wails of banshee like silence. Penetrating the veils of reality, rippling free as a sheet hanging atop a roof in the gust it foretells.
Stalling this fall, as I climb a ladder out of this sheer hell. Self made misery, anger and damn near utter trivial days playing on the nearest jukebox in this deadbeat bar down this dirty, sleazy alleyway, just waiting for a taste of that sweet drip.
Idle minds play idly by watching a trumpet bleating out a tune, jazz was never my thing.
Fading starlight circling back around for another eternity...
