Detox for my psyche

I smell the stars and the moon They smell like fire and ice I’m staring into their eyes like a loon In winter’s deserted paradise

A cold sterile wind Is hardening my cheeks Winter’s unsubtle hint Lasting for days and weeks

My head’s to cold to ponder I feel slightly sedated My feet feel like six feet under My fingers are stiff and frustrated I perceive a serene decay Darkened tree bark is abound No fresh roses on my way Not much life has stayed around

I see no trails Just a layer of pristine white paint As I step it softly fails Whispering like a saint

Sad and empty identity I see you everywhere So easy you are to see Grand yet nothing to share

Words soaked in conformity A capitalistic pleaser Slaving away in the big city Acting like a little ceasar

Your race is always on A cup of bitter sweet No time to be done Devouring some fresh meat

Recognition is your drug With great words to impress Sipping from your devine mug Suppressing your self-inflicted mess

What is your destination? Where are you going? What is the value of your fixation? Where favouring winds are blowing?

Waking up Falling into fate’s hand No possible stop Grabbing me where I land

I am the instrument of 4D Awoken from my sleep An animation of reality Awoken from the deep

My body moves on But my mind can shift Peaceful or on the run Focused or adrift

I live in a dry world My mind is always wet paint Kind of rampant and curled Never ever faint

Yet that does not matter My work is not yet done No place for a mad hatter No time for mental fun

I find myself adrift In an empire, my mind Lost with a senseless gift No one home for what I will find

I lost myself in sharing These bursts of artistic joy And found no one caring Naive as I was like a little boy

The opposite I have found Repelling who I have given Losing trust by the pound My heart has been riven I have come into a dark room Shouting like a blind old foul I could preach hope and doom To angels or a ghoul

When the old man passed away The young man was given his start The old man had counted every day A year was finished before the young one could depart

Fresh and new A bright new look With every hue Coloring an empty book

A soft resin not set Dripping from a tree of hope Nothing caught in its path just yet Anyone who can not cope

Memories have set with many names The fog is slowly clearing Bright are the skies lit with flames The past and future I see and I am hearing

A small step makes way My soul has a new view On my path I expect every day To be new beyond what I knew

Lost for words Yet full of streams This blinding curtain hurts Feelings have become like blurry dreams

No thoughts escape from the deep They can’t come together I must jump where it is steep Float down like a feather

To find my feelings Explore my inner soul All my dealings Going down the rabbit hole

Here I am  Standing in a hall of fame Where nothing is hidden Not even my shame

I am surrounded by many things Engolving me with who I am Originating from many springs What I bless and what I damn

Now time flows as one All is as a whole What has began and what is done Everything being great nor small

I start digging like a mole And I observe this treasure The library of my soul So infinite and without measure

The messenger of love is whispering the truth The messenger of love came visiting one day This messenger of love who gives eternal youth This messenger of love who is the only way

The passengers of time they seek to model clay The passengers of time who look to another way The passengers of time they don’t know what to say The passengers of time who don’t know what to pay

The lost and hungy cry Their time is short but lived The cost of what they try Is their humbleness as a gift

Their names will be engraved By angels in the sky Free from those who enslaved Their murders a far cry

He painted a picture Of a bird in a cage He painted a picture Of a chained human race

The man saw this suffering A voice told him so He placed his sole offering So everyone might know

A friend called him Jesus A friend called him snow A friend called him seasons Just so you might know

A place of receiving A place of Troy’s fate A maddening wrestle A promising gate

The friend called the lighter The candle was lit He ask for a writer A witness who’s fit

What do you see if you’re going late Walking in the sunshine of your life Rushing along for another date Hoping she’s one day be your wife

Where do you hold on and belong Passing this life as another soul Letting your heart be filled with a song Hoping that one day you’ll be whole

It just ain’t easy to carry on There are no welcomes in many homes So many lives like a shooting gun Hearts separated by iron domes

Faces corrupted by so much blankness Souls of men just drunk with madness I search the ground for crumbs of frankness Finding illusions drenched in this sadness

But my hope is not lost yet There is something I can still believe My days were justly set A new blessing I will surely receive

There is a voice that speaks to me loud FInding my inside where hearts are lost Feeding me whispers like a terrible shout Telling my heart to count the cost

There is a voice who calls my name Giving me strength so I go on Calling my bluffs and calling my name He is my father, I am his son

Cast aside your anger and fear Let your heart be filled with glory Let your ear just listen and hear This old repeating beautiful story

Nothing is cast aside I arrive where I should be Feeling peace on the day I died Casting off why I couldn’t see

Glory glory glory glory Glory glory glory glory Glory glory glory glory Glory glory glory glory

She is always nearby Lying at my feet Her softness is like the clouds in the sky When my hands touch her as we meet

Her eyes are staring into mine Desire has filled her mind She is so beautiful, so fine My most precious find

The sun rises later And sets early on Even the greatest debater Can’t convince the sun

Short days of reflection What I have and what I’ve lost Daydreaming has become a distraction About what I have kept and tossed

These treacherous little lights Making me feel conflicted Burning in my mind at nights My state is self-inflicted

I feel sadness I feel joy It is madness I am a little toy

Nostalgic I feel And yet I feel lost My feelings are real But at what cost

If life was but a rainbow Vibrant and only to admire Like a colorful stream with a gentle flow Without an all consuming fire

Would I learn and progress? Become stronger in my days? Learning that less is more, more or less While exploring a million ways

Would I be among the wise? Calling myself a living being Who is born but never dies Never understanding and forever seeing

Again you are rolling through my mind Returning like a stray dog begging for food Curious about what you might find No matter how bad, it always tastes good

Let me go and be gone Abandon this place that is mine Follow the moon and the sun Stay away, don’t cross my line

All that I am is in conflict My carnal form wants to possess My senses yearning like an addict Unlike my spirit who has perfect finesse

I am a miserable human form Born with a desire to serve my senses To fragile to tolerate what is to cold or warm To luke warm to tear down old fences

What am I to do? When my cry sounds in the dark The key is godly knowledge I knew That I keep in my heart in an ark.