In My Mind 3

Captain

Unsteady the horizon
Breath of desire
Winds of hold on
Tears fall from the canvas
Over looking the bow

Dreams are wonderful
Reality is what is set
Far fetched as stars I have wished
Tied to the mass

Unsteady as the horizon
Is the heart, the mind
Green eyes wonder, green eyes seek
Gray seems to be
Silence is static that rings

Dangling above the deck
Beneath feet rising empty
Time is time
Some shall know one thought
Confusion beyond the rain

Unsteady the horizon
Creeping it will
A calm never traveled
Not how I lived
Left blood with thought of its all been a gas
Maybe my dreams will capture me in the next

Continuing I sail
Voice over shadows
Breaking the distant gaze
Captain we have been anchored to a turd
Tall Grass

In the tall grass you stand
Hands slide around to pull closer
Lips kiss the crease of the neck
As your hair tumbles in the warm breeze
Thoughts roam to the scent that pulls one in as the other finds comfort in ones arms
Moments pass to innocent interaction, hands that hold tight in longing stares
In the tall grass you turn
Hands embrace the back firmly
Lips kiss
As your hair tumbles in the warm breeze
Clouds slumber as the sun beats through, eyes closed to reflect and
the tall grass becomes rock of what is not
Sweat drips from brow to hazy that becomes clear as you were not
In tall grass I stand
Hello

There is no measure of my love for you
As I am the man I am
Every minute I try to be the man you want

I know I am not

Houses are not built out of paper
Stars never seem close
Money does not grow on the tree
Silk is not what we wear

I know I am not

Try to make sure you want for nothing. Whether it is food, adventure, sex or comfort. Not high maintenance, at times comfort seems to be a challenge. The world closes in trapping us in a still, is there greener pastures? I do not ask due to a fear.

I know I am not

Adage ( I will give you the moon ) I would be happy to give you your dreams. The things you desire that do not come to grasp. Not all things are meant to be in ones hand. Is us being enough?

I know I am not

There is no measure of my love for you
As I am the man I am
Every minute I try to be the man you want
I know I am no
Thread

At the end of the rope
Ah let me be more specific
At the end of the rope hanging by a thread attached to that rope end

Hung from that rope many times in my life. Always had it in me to climb back up. Here lately as I've gotten closer to the end of the rope been doing a lot of thinking, contemplating and looking at the world.

Now I'm finger squeezing that thread as my feet dangle. Amazingly with my eyes wide open thinking, hell I've been at rock bottom as well. Wonder what would happen if I didn't climb back up this time. Screw it just let them fingers slide right off this thread. Imagine that!

Tomorrow will always be a new day. Yesterday will always be the past and today is what I get through. Hell life story there ( What I got through ).

If you have never muttered the words ( it can't get any worse ), well let me tell you it can. How ever you want to phrase it, up a creek without a paddle, end of your rope, hit rock bottom or ............

Even been asked well what ya gonna do now or been told you know what ya gotta do. Either way shake it off and keep going. You stand in that pile long enough you'll just smell like it

So open your eyes, deep breath, mutter is that all you got and get to stepping. I imagine all the times I've been at the end of this rope, it should be just as interesting when my fingers slip from this thread
Universe

Folding knees and falling hands
In pieces the heart beats
To bursting stars the mind sings

Nothing is free
Price will always be present
Consumption beyond necessity
The future ticks

All that lives dies
Value in a breaths moment
Out weighing monetary with common fear

Can not protect them forever
Just as they could not you
You wonder to the years in gain of what will
Time that had been yours will be theirs

Beyond surfing the clouds and resting riverside
Taking in the day stars will blanket while one will dance thought
Will it remain
Twisting in a canvas that is cruel
Though the beauty taking to unseen tomorrow
Goodbye

One of the hardest things you may do in life is say goodbye to someone. Even if the word goodbye is never said.

The World is not meant for perfect happiness 

I'm two steps away to being homeless
I'm two steps away of being successful
Please don't sneeze I need successful

Look at the world
If it was meant
It wouldn't be beautiful among its ugliness

If it was meant
It wouldn't be beautiful among the greed and misguided
Everyone would be the same

I get one
So much to see
So much to do
Though trapped has been my destination

Daily I live
Daily I die
Daily I dream
Smile upon a frown

Look at the world
I get one
I'm two steps away
In a world that is not meant for perfect happiness
Dance on my ashes

Take a bow
I would do it all again
Its been a long introduction in a short time

Among the dead oak in tall reeds
Standing ankle deep as the crow sounds
Starring into myself
As a roaring flood I am not done till I am

In this life I do consider
Even if we hold hands at the end
I will journey alone
A trip of one last breath

Come one, come all
Bring the G.B.W
Start a bombfire and light the fireworks
Get loud, chant, yell, laugh and maybe I'll hear you on my way
Say goodbye as I lived my life
With no treading regrets, just mistakes and lessons learned

Among the dead oak in tall reeds
Standing ankle deep as the crow sounds
Starring into myself
As a roaring flood I am not done till I am

In this life
Family and friends I have seen come and go
Never enough words
Never enough time
I do consider one last breath

Come one, come all
I have taken my last bow
Start a bombfire and light the fireworks
Say goodbye as I lived my life
I would do it all again

Trip of one last breath
Now maybe I will be fre