Vapors

Found myself thinking of past days,
rotating circles of electric impulse,
drilling deeper into my cranium.

It was like a chamber of steam,
spraying vapors into the atmosphere,
again to satisfy the self esteem.

Found another self-thought to linger,
floating static electricity dancing,
unable to see the mind function.

It was a will to subvert expectation,
filling holes of doubt and impulse,
again to sanctify loss of esteem.

Seperation

To be invisible to the important ones,
to share yourself with loneliness.
Becoming Still-Life Yard Furniture,
watching people communicating,
being noticed for much of nothing.

Emptiness has a lot to offer,
comfort without expectation,
living seperate lives,
living as one,
I'm done.

Coping

Entering orbit
taking chaos too serious
watching from the outside is easy
living on the inside
calls for major transition

Entering the atmosphere
losing transmission
hearing from the inside is hard
diving into deaf waters
forcing absolute regression

"The Captive Heart" by: Brendan Perry

The old clock is ticking now
Marks the space between us
Your memory enshrouds my heart
For I am held a captive

Sometimes my soul desires
To take leave of this old world
To spread these golden wings and fly
To the city of angels

But then if I close my eyes
I can see you standing there
Your face in permanence smiles
Your lips a chalice

Seems like I've loved you all my life
Never thought I'd find you
One day the muse may lend these words wings
So I can touch you

But hey! Don't worry if the feelings not strong for you
I have lived my life in accordance
To the windfalls of passion
Though I know what it means
To be loved and then forgotten

I have seen too many men
Driven insane by their distractions