a bean the found LSD

Once soon a time here was bean that lived in a castle on the hill, a hill so high the fields of green couldn't stack up. He writers block and couldn't think of a word to utter so then be bought a wok. He went to school and learned of a girl that needed to check her privlage. He wanted to get to know the girl so then he could put her provalge in check. But then the girl died from a fallcok clawing out her throat. He thought to himself how funny it would be if he wasn't a bean and could have his throat clawed out by a fallcon. After his thought was finished his father let out a scream awakening him from his gross postage stamp dream

Night of the Sunlit Sky

Coming from the gothic trunk of forgotten dreams

A day will come when the night is lit by the sun

And forgotten dreams will morph into a forgotten songs

And a forgotten songs will dance their way into a symphony

By those floating on a sea of drunken consciousness

Those who pronounce soberness will be found with empty bottles

Asleep on the floor only to be woke by the frigid winds of eternal october

A symphony is sung by those who dance

Loosing them from the bonds of blindness

Only to have lost track of time

The symphony was the sun

in the hours eaten by the darkness

It was a like a mother's soft whisper

A little whisper of the truth that drove the dancing doves out of the darkness

(alliteration)

Dancing at the rhythm of the wind

Those drunk and the sober

Even the devil and the dove

Will sing the songs of the symphony hand in hand

on the night of the sunlight sky

Letter Of Requests

If you ever had the opportunity to write a letter of requests to the demon taking residence in your mind

What would you feel like begging for?

Would you beg for a internal time machine

To  travel back to when you played with the darkness

Before the darkness played with you

Would you beg for silence

Would you beg for peace

Even the chase to be still

Without the constant companion of a pill

Would you beg for the echoing screams

To go limp at the tongue

Would you beg for the shades of emptiness

To turn into a  smile like a dove in the spring

Would you beg once again to walk at the side of god

Without the devils tutor tied to your hip

Would you beg to be able to sweep their words under the grass

Without the grass plunging daggers into your dreams

Blinding you from the future

Would you once again beg for your mama's soft voice or even to be encircled in the

fatherly smell of sawdust once more.

If you ever had the opportunity to write a letter of requests to the demon taking residence     

 in your mind

What would you feel like begging for?

power in the words that are missing
brilliant
illegible brackets
begin trapped in
its own
disembodied
page of

black
clouds

alternating
this world




of
art

refusing to flow

coming from the Gothic trunk of forgotten dreams
a day will come when the night is orange
when a song to the publicly sober will be written
while lost in a sea of drunken consciousness
 that will leave those sober
eternally woke

LETTER TO MY MIND

Give me silence

Give me peace give me the chance to be still

Without the constant reliance on a pill

Let me sleep without the echoing screams…

Begging for silence

MS. MICHELLE

The girl finds the broken mirror lying on the ground in the darkest abandoned place of her imagination

Mirror in hand she looks into its frigid reflection framed with emeralds and fear

Radiant beams of sunlight curls, golden cheeks, and cigarette smoke embrace her

it revels a sailors mouth telling the cunning lies of a pawn man

an imagination of a broken painter, smells of old crusty acrylics and the sap of pine tress

Curve hugging jeans and a leather jacket holding in the emotions of a widow

Rings of bliss and joy and the fatherly smell of saw dust fill the vacant space

Crackles of a record player, and the screams of Clare Torry with wooden tables and refineries

burnt rice and forgotten dreams staining her $5 Pink Floyd tee shirt

luminous snow hugging the edges of her broken family

Vodka staining the mind around and within, cradling the feeling of abandonment

charcoal stained eyes, as she watches the ones she loved be washed away in crystal and dirty needles.