|FLOATING AT MIDNIGHT
Remember Frank, remember?
Mourning Docks, we understood their cry
Murderous waves stab gentle styrofoam walls
Docks plea for mercy moaning
“Will we ever find rest O Comfort?”
Remember Frank, Comfort?
As we lie on thawed ice
Floating, flying, falling
Our lungs flood with air
As the thief attempts to mutters out silence.
Is our plea
Find rest will we
Ever on the waves of eternity.
Not too hot, not too cold
Elderly Fruit, wrinkled and old
About the Sun I rant and rave
As well as oceans' salty waves
Content I sit upon my butt
Opening a Coconut
|FROM PRISON TO PARADISE
The Door now closes sealing this tomb
My life slips silently away to the dark abyss
Mouths move to save the fading lives
But silence is all that echoes in my mind
The coldness chokes my last gasp for life.
So dream me now to another time
Where warm waterfalls massage weary muscles
And laughter fills the fields of daisies
Where freedom is the only word in the dictionary
And lessons merge to lands so far far away.
The Other Side
The fusing of our bodies
Communicates real existence,
For a moment.
Away from entangled dangers
Abandoned celestial sphere