Smokescreen

illuminative sky
all the clouds hide
under the days sleeve
until the day dies
smokescreen lies
everything's what you make it
red or blue pill
it still won't matter how you take it
or how you break it,
the imaginative borders
like an explorer
causing all disorder
damage like a mortar
havoc on a planet
opposing thought process
i almost can't stand it
exhaustion of mind
rest is granted to the higher
the wicked never lifted
i only sink int0 my fire
breathing fumes and smoke
and that's all that i desire
my heart only awoke
but ripped out with plyers
only i required
the sweet simple feeling
never thought it would
feel so revealing
so appealing
it left me blown away
out of my mind i find
that today's flown away

The Wait

fuck 24
i need a day with 48
time keeps on slippin
and i simply can't escape
in this golden state
i bring tha bidness to your plate
find me by the water
in the fog of the golden gate
holdin weight
i see you breathin as a mistake
i'll leave beatin for a reason
this season'll bring your fate
sorry for the wait
so without further or do
i do, swear to release
the beast right on que

Good Morning

awake at the wake of dawn
ultraviolet rays
i watch as the hills spawn

a bright circle of light
blinding at the right timing
im bound to the sound
of earth's hills igniting

a smaller hand held
unfamiliar to my touch
her hand is so smooth
it makes my hand seem rough

as i turn to see her face
the illumination of her grace
a smile to calm a child
that can never be erased

the wake of a new dawn

a new quest awaits
blinded only by the sun
no rest for fate
i will walk and you can run
say goodbye to the young
years seem to pass as days
most things that appear solid
are easily molded like clay
the point is there is none
why would there be one
any explanation or excuse
fools may believe some
for me i will continue
to wake with the star
it does not matter who im with
or even where we are
as long as i feel the touch
of skin against my own
while the heart blood pumps
leaving my mind blown

Eyes and Expression

despite this
lifeless
mental sense
we should hold priceless
we damage
and ravage
and burn to ashes
any likeness
to the idea of sightless
we claim to be aware
but on the real
we wouldn't dare
to bare the timeless stare
to look into a pair of eyes
without asking foolish whys
well why not
cuz eyes peer through minds?
almost like a bullet shot
unless we find the bullet cought,
in collision with another spot
the impression of expression
leaves its mark on our other thoughts
not such a misleading proceeding
stampeding on what we've sought
but now distracting and impacting
every process of our being
we try acting and protracting
every moment of our dreams
how potent it may seem
to the untrained vessel
it can almost make you want to scream
with how often the mind can wrestle.