Question:
My new Reality
clouded by obscenity
has left me in obscurity
nothing is acceptable
made to be presentable
left it on the end table
set it free as professed
it does not work I must confess
let it go give it a rest
it appears reality
has led to finality.
Utopia:
Utopia-good place, no place
Utopia- Bright, open, space
Utopia- where at and why?
Utopia-never a cloudy sky
Utopia-a story yet untold
Utopia-never be controlled
Utopia-ever hard to find
Utopia- must be in the mind
Without:
To live a life without living, is to not have lived at all
Too see without looking, is to have never seen at all
To hear without listening, is to have never heard at all
To eat without tasting, is not to have eaten at all
To touch without feeling is devastating
To exist without love, is Death
Without, is Not.
The Haze:
Distant Beaconing, from where do you emanate?
you can be felt, weak, yet persistent
what is it you seek?
what do I have that interests you?
What is your message?
A ship on the horizon, you hover
are you a call from a distant lover?
Speak to me, show me so that I may see
what pain or pleasure is in store for me.