Realization

And still, every morning, he wakes up with a realization - 'She had deep brown eyes'

she floats past the memory
of dotted lines and broken hearts
severed nostalgia and untied chains
of freedom and wet grass

she sits in that lonely hut
with kittens and old newspaper odor
twisted logic and maddening music
with sick lies and creepy murmur

she lives within the wall she has built
of surrealism and oblivion
she lives behind that thing
we used to call
'psychedlic mirror'

The Night

the night is sinking. we're trapped in a maze of darkness. 'there's no road ahead darling'. i spoke and she heard. she left bubbles from her eyes. floating misery of life.

we chanted the stories of our dreams. of childhood realities and forgotten memories. we smoked in the chamber where light seldom passed.

we were out of time, dear, we were marooned in our nightmares. you couldn't kiss your mother and i couldn't hear her cry. 'there's power in silence' she had said. silently.

we're lost dear, we're lost and forgotten. we're trapped in a maze of darkness. the night is deep. you can hear her sleeping.

A Wandering Idea

We were walking straight
Our thinking was curved
Direction and daydream
Were jumbled and confused

So we decided to turn to tomorrow
And forget everything about the right
But our fate was such
That yesterday blocked our way
And what was left could never be imagined

She said we ought to stop at this thought
'We might be headed to maddness'
I smiled and said
'No dear, just ponder over this path
This road does make sense'