"Thrice the Dice"

 Walking, heading one way and feeling it,

only to get turned around blindfolded and lose myself.

Haste made waste, not just on a paper trail I had begun.

But to my court who listened and gave thoughts, I reaped.

Oh, what have I done? Let myself get creamed in the game in my mind,

doing little, but invigorated, and that is the trigger.

Merlin casts a spell, and I'm fresh from the river.

Still the river was, before currents formed,

carrying me away to serenity ablaze.

The fish nip, yet I float on my back to gaze at the sky,

decided to come in from the shallow depths,

and here I return to swim out deeper.

Deep is the color of blonde yellow when the two met,

her blue skin held no regrets.

Named upon death, with a story that came to be,

from paths in which spheres knock down menacing tyrants.

A friend let us journey smoother, yet not much gain.

So she shall lie in rest, after nine months of friendship,

now rest shies away as a war ensues for claim of territory!

 

"Serenity"

Steps taken forward, sleepwalking back again.

Wondering how I am afloat, I close my eyes and bow.

In my closet, meditation and prayer tips the magician's hat.

No rabbit or bird, but a void, constrained by power and majesty.

Draining out in a haze, oozing colors embrace my eyes...

Once hearing serenity is far away, my candles both extinguish.

Gray cloud heads my way, and the fog sets in, a camouflage.

Fine mist settled, bearing a dangerous substance.

Everything the dream brings is green, yet I awaken in cold sweat.

Burned brown, then black, green, and blue, an order of serenity...

Unfolded surprises within a days' time and promise made.

Another journey unfolds, slow, anchored good and bad, no matter.

Still sifting through ashes of a burned bucket of memories.

Never going away, engraved inside, for progression's control.

Walking in my forest, I allow my eyes to gaze around.

Faeries tend to the stream of my mind, lit trees as sun sets... serenity.

"A Mind Trip"

Dreaming my dream one day to the next,

stagnate, but slowly coming to life...

Oh, fair one, you are what I looked forward to this day,

but the time came and duty served.

Time creeping, thoughts pondering,

the bounty came up for your return,

the return to my imaginative forest out yonder.

Rational excuse befell and all was well,

then the call released and my brain starts to swirl.

Trudgen on the mossy ground a will-o-wisp flutters by.

Eyes set upon it, eyes change color, pupils enlarge.

Time for a walk down this path of my mind...

Two small hikes later and you're gone.

A mind shatters with thought and gloom.

What did I miss, what did I not see?

The pieces start to fit together like a puzzle.

Calm is serenity, you're doing what is needed.

Even if the answer is muddled in the murky puddle...

"Another Repeat"

Oh how funny is the word,

the title, the connection.

Is it all a game?

The re-run has drawn me out,

please let me out I ask,

as the stress and damage is too much.

Little regard for the desires of wealth out of the world.

Times three have I done such to get what in return?

Oh, give me the strength, dear God, to stand strong and firm.

Your last stained night comes.

Behold its glory, freedom and righteousness!

"What Ghost"

Oh fair maiden, what doth you not comprehend? How I wish she did.

Once filled me with fright, and times of how I almost died.

Backtrack to a point, and he destroyed everything in its path,

a sweeping emotional tornado rifling through my life.

But the one is right behind to help restore, if but alone for a while.

You were destiny, my first thoughts when awake,

or fallen upon a bedrock in your forest.

You made me tremble, the touch of love..

I speak to her now, as the past claims, to defend and love.

There are no boundaries to which we cross, influential negative cross-waves.

To hold to your values, despite others, is where to aim, if not but to dream,

for the one knows your heart, and whilst change is everywhere in some form,

the good lies in forgiveness, and it trickles down the cave -colored red- for my mind.

It is not welcoming, but then you paint your childish charm over me and I cry inside..

The international dateline continues for we are all one unto him, and to say otherwise is folly.

Hoping you will understand. 

"There's a ghost in me. Who wants to say I'm sorry..."

"No Walk in the Park"

So many words from the mouth...

Oh, how I know that my path is set,

but still with its twists and turns, gifts to open.

So it stands, disrespect and berate.

Trifle on my plot, I know you have a deep heart,

so let it bleed, be childlike, and the world opens unto you!

Something like you've never seen. Time it takes to stand and listen,

but the reward is everlasting and great; you're overcome.

Still I hear your voice, the one I knew, but you no longer possess.

It's been overcome with the attractive, but deadly, play which bears you deep.

I keep my arm out to you with the sun, so turn around.

You're gone! It's not easy, but it is worth it!

"Brightening Sun"

Searing through the storms of life,

I realize I am a bird slowly flying out.

I've lost the flying V, maybe only had a ghostly image...

Ever stubborn and resilient, I'm searching for the real deal.

Knowing anything can happen, I return to the nest to feast.

Darkened moon peers from the clouds, and the sun is risen.

After tasting of it and finding it good, I bask in the rays.

Tweet tweet

"My Gift"

Unwrap yourself from this spherical prison,

and stand there to await a greeting. No one answers.

Or knock and meet the light welcoming you.

Tell me words again, I'm not scared.

Every day waiting in line, what is the time?

The watch falls and times slows to a crawl.

Why are you sleeping? Tomorrow's world unfolds.

I'm not understood, but one day maybe.

What a charade this act plays, but the truth hides.

I keep on exploring, I am mine own runaway.

Get in the hot air balloon, take off and fly,

maybe walk or run, make a sugary mix!

It matters not, but the sick lingers still.

Ignore them once, but not twice, why whisper?

Take my hand and shout your joy.

My mind explodes with shattering colors!

What a surprise...

"The Weight"

Bitter and numb grips the mind, lying under the open and gazing sky.

Feeling the air slip around me and the earth clasp my weight.

The mind burns and scars unleashed, fury whipping.

What is the weight of that last regret?

Walking in the park just the other day, what was seen?

Feel, touch, bind me, then walk away and leave me.

"I've eaten the sun so my tongue has been burned of the taste."

"From Behind"

Wanting to go back, can I not try?

Is it in vain to even think of?

climbing this ladder out of the hole I put myself in,

it seems there's no top in sight.

Deceit grips in plans, can you speak?

Still I climb, slowly ripping the chain from skin,

bleeding, exhausted, hanging with ounces,

succumbing to waves of dreams unfolding.

Endure to the end and accept the course,

for in wishing doth destruction reign.

In its time, it could be great and worthwhile,

off to new heights, the hole specks.

The sky unfurling fangs, an auditory trump to measure.

Watch out from behind.

The time's near, can you hear?

Can you see the frightened ones?

How about the falling bombs?

Pain lingers on.