the time has come to Deviate

forgetting how to remember takes a toll on the soul. Father Time suggests His powers are greater than mine. once murmurs of obsession with oblivion, now screams. plans are devised in unheard of ways day by day. love a light, Hate the clouds. even when body and soul desire such a prophet, mind commands otherwise. it's so strange how even temples crumble. movement changes. heart quickens, voice drops.



i love the feeling when it falls apart, i'm slow to finish but i'm quick to start.

sunrise

the rainbow dread head rises from bed. once passage of nutrients to a walking corpse, now a dry baron desert. bring on the ice cream lovers!

hope

inspiration takes a new form today; the fan breezing my recycling bag suggests i reflect. here i sit, aching in bed, with nothing excerpt the bang in my head, eclipsing the fact that i truly am dead. where i stand today is a dream among nights controlled by terrors. i have found what i've searched for, yet i only want more. definition of "more" escapes me. in a time believed to be reaching enlightenment, my disease tears at my wings. sometimes i wonder if i'm losing. i'm gaining love and lasting friendships, but when the moon shines i drown in the dark. words are my passion, but i can't seem to grasp them. affection, my practice, but i only want solitude. a daisy to those she no longer knows, a thorned rose to those now watching her grow. when i become comfortable, my demon declines. if the sun should shine, my mind looses mine.