My natural non-concentrated sight is blurred,
the voices speak to me remain unheard,
papers pass like butterflies in the wind,
messages sorted when should be binned,
brain on idle while caffeine is low,
I cannot stay and yet cannot go,
a deep breath absorbs no oxygen in,
the dust dries and cracks my skin,
tangled wrists from over grown hair,
wrapped around to be stuck in this chair,
toenails curled to grip the floor,
wanting to itch just makes it sore,
eyelids open but eyes are dry,
as a deep loneliness wants to cry,
cannot raise head or eyebrows,
nothing here in this never ending drowse.

Thought be true of facts that are false,
learning truth enrages the pulse,
gripping anger of inner pain,
blood rushes a thoughtless brain,
logic understands the only solution,
otherwise be locked in an institution,
with no answers to why at all,
we stare into nothing while others fall.

Sometimes nothing goes right,
preventing reaching the great height,
because maybe if you got there you'd fall,
or even reach a big stopping wall,
things happen for reasons unknown,
they give a path that cannot be shown,
some can tap into those places too,
see the roads then tell you,
but showing this road might change its course,
because they reached into the source,
now the road takes a backstreet view,
because you didn't follow what you were supposed to do.

Pleasing moments of precious dreams,
travel across the straight beams,
floating feather in the wind,
passionate kiss whilst pinned,
taken hold to protect,
never left alone to neglect,
stay in safety among friends,
do all fun as it intends,
take a moment to think,
whilst sipping your favorite drink,
chatting forever from this day,
be here always and never away.

Writing on your flesh my every desire,
burning it in with hottest of fire,
sizzling the moisture into fume,
with a bite to rip and consume,
snapping elastically tearing with teeth,
tilting the head for more underneath,
drools of saliva ripple the chin,
digging deeper to go further in,
lips press over to whiten the bone,
the taste make my voice satisfyingly moan,
twisting the pieces to get around all sides,
to eat the flesh most tasty insides,
swallowing then after an exhale of breath,
as you have given all to me with your death.

Poetry is my therapy for emotional stress,
write it in a way as to completely express,
to appear calm when the world boils with hate,
diffuse the situations others would escalate,
finding the solution to the problems unknown,
to find a path that may lead when shown,
if i found the way others can follow,
but do my confusing words make it hard to swallow,
give the inspiration that is like art,
do this your own way and follow your heart.

when in between i never choose a side,
the middle is cut to make two then divide,
I dare not ask if one wants me to join,
and i would never think of flipping a coin,
just sitting and waiting patiently for dust to settle,
listening to hard rock or heavy metal,
not wanting to know the war going between,
or the words said in anger to be mean,
but i can assure i am here for any friend,
even if it means a possible one side will end.

No matter how much we need to do,
all our life we will never be through,
traveling down that curved road,
carrying the biggest load,
not knowing what is ahead,
less is done but more is said,
prepared for what we cannot see,
it is said that our spirit is free,
why restrictions at all if that is right,
our dreams show us each and every night,
what it is to be really in control,
revealing our body has trapped our soul.

Don't just love one but love all,
into it your own love will fall,
floating through those clouds above,
joys of all melt into that love,
swirls in and spins in circles turn,
pushing down for all to learn,
making a groove that writes a name,
spelling it wrong but without shame,
its power is meant for those who are true,
and given from me to all of you.

Walking towards the future from the past,
never giving a care if ever coming last,
along the way avoiding each mess,
but also not making any progress,
stuck in the mud which slips the feet,
pushing harder because will not accept defeat,
hoping to gain momentum but cannot hold,
capable of success as many have told,
but this looks as though it will win,
and set you back to where you begin,
thinking for a moment to gather more,
with muscles in the legs being sore,
the logical answer is always the best,
but how can it be ever addressed,
taking a step to the left or right,
because over there it is bright,
there is no mud here to hold from your goal,
so take a step as now you can casually stroll.