Thick with stars, and dark matter and celestial dust;
Head feels heavy with dreams and spiritual lust.
Dripping out from the deepest hollows
of my soul's cataclysmic abyss is a strange and beautiful yearning.
As I wander aimlessly but straight to the point I am forever burning;
Learning the lessons of life from the sticky syrup of strife.
I breathe in the air of cool tranquility
and suck into my lungs the night...
Longing to alight, the bird inside my stomach goes nuts;
Flapping spirit wings but lacking the gift of flight,
sending waves of nausea in shivers down my spine
through the bruised and bloody senses I adamantly clutch...
Cling strongly but, I am not so certain how much longer I can grasp it...
Wonder will I be sucked into outer space
and the air for which I am often gaspin
be replaced by a mixture of intoxicating alien gasses;
Smothering choking as if my face were covered in plastic...
When things get drastic I turn to thoughts of tragedy
blended with overwhelming sweetness...
Weave magic through my words
and traverse ideological paths to completeness...
Treat this heart like a starving child and nurture the very life;
Reaching for light and consuming what knowledge I might.
Until I wander out beyond what's in my sight
and the rusty creaking gate closes behind me...
In between bitter memory and lovely daydream
is where those who seek might find me...
Until that day you can search the common gardens
where vines of love are climbing, growing;
Sowing seeds to feed the minds of those who'd write the lines
of a new chapter in the book of humanity;
Digging through the grime, and dirt of greed, and insanity...
Total calamity circles around to tranquility and absolute peace
Innocence is born within each and can never again be reached
Until the body deceased spits out the soul which into everything and nothing is temporarily released....