Blue Peach Ocean

I once knew love in an ocean~
I found serenity in her waves~
I found peace in the great blue~
Her tide swept away all worries~
I was cruel to her and for it I drowned~
Never again to return to her~

Forever bound by her~

Consumed by her~
my lungs still filled by her~
Unwillingly I breath for her~
And I will sink~
I will sink into those eyes and drown~
Her eyes deeper than any ocean.

For Abbie ~i drowned in your love~

Spill Out

I find serenity in writing.
With every clatter of the keyboard,
Stroke of the brush or slick of the pen I find release,
I spill my inner thoughts,
cry my desires onto a page or screen for all to see.
Alas a foundation is needed for all creation.
For the canvas is un-judged,
Until you stamp it with your ego.
On a blank visage you project yourself,
As cruel,
As kind,
Perhaps loving.
But on the canvas you can do anything.
You are an idea,
Immortal in the mind and can create for all eternity if you wish.
For to inspire or to be inspired is the greatest gift.

My Best Friend, Sadness.

It’s almost like a person; sadness.
You find it.
You become familiar with it.
Next thing you know, it's part of your life.
In a way you become intimate with it.
You spoil sadness with your deepest desires. Your darkest secrets.
Sadness cradled everything you ever hoped and everything you ever loved.
In it’s hands lie the sub-conscience food you constancy feed it.
Everything you ever wanted or dreamed can be lost.
It can be taken, hurt, turned and twisted until it’s unrecognizable.
Then what’s left? Who's left? 

Sadness.

Your Own Chains

Metal bound, wrist and ankle,
A coldness of joints you've come to loathe,
Questions rattle with the metal,
Riddles with answers in the darkness
To why you’re here?
What you've done?
What everyone else is doing?
The ringing of these shackles,
Are others going through this?
And you forget,
If it’s just you,
Its always been you,
Why do you care for these things?
These things that aren't self centered,
It stops making noise when you do,
In the midst of these constraints,
on each link you create you realize,
This metal is forged by you.
The chains better left on.