Dream Weaver-By Aerosmith

My Path
If you walked down my path
Would you see the feather?
Would the shells buried beneath,
In the age-forgotten sand, catch your eye?

Would you pull over to pick wild flowers?
While on a car trip to nowhere?
Would you stop for the seagulls wail and
the lakes sounds and ripples?

Would the wild berries, small but extra sweet
and juicy, gleaming in the sun...make you eat them?

The dandelions, roots deep beneath the earth,
would you pick them, knowing they'd only grow back
again tomorrow?

Would you stop the ice-cream man for a dollar?
Taste the orange of sherbert?Then roll with me
down a hill of grass?

Would you lie in the sun all day, if only for the
taste of it? Then look up at the marshmallow clouds
and find pictures in our minds?Would they be the same?

I used to write music
only now It's in my
head

The notes play over
The noise

I need to get it down
on paper
or no one will know

what beauty exsisted
in my soul
while my soul
was only in chains...

The Water

I jump headfirst
into the unknown

Swallowing sand
I take a gulp of air

Swimming to the otherside
Never touching bottom

Muscles Tense
Lost within the
Lake

Drowning
I fall to my back
Floating
Never Relaxing

While you call my name...

Blue Clouds

Under the clouds today
waiting for rain that never
comes

Warm & Yet grey blue hues
Fuzzy
I bask in the heat that doesn't
Exist
From the sun that has
Eluded me

I need it to come
I want to feel the sun
and rain
In my eyes
If only for a little while...

THE FLAMES

Within my soul
A hot flame burns

I cannot feel
To know
The fire
Engulfs me

Seeing is an illusion

I run
Searching for the water
Eluding me

I grow weak
The fire creeping
Too deep

I stop feeling
I stop running
I stop screaming

It begins to rain...

Arson Island

Black Willows
marked by a sign
am I a willow today?
or am I black?
Or am I both?
I feel absolutely
in between
and that makes
me feel nothing

Clouds

The clouds draw me up
into their floating

I sit on the cotton candy
Whiteness
and look towards the sun

I run
floating almost off the edge

I lay down
sinking into the empty space
Enveloped
by peacefulness

I sleep
and dream of the rainbows
waiting to take me home...

A Time To Cry

There has been
no time for tears
So I trudge through
this daily existence
we call life

I don't think
of things I need
to or should

I need
to clear my
head
and focus
No black and
white thinking

so they say

Therapy

Where to go
where am I going
why
reasons
with no answers

The cobwebs
are coming back
I don't think they
ever went
away...

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