In a soggy world...

A faint, solemn whisper,

Discarded and deprived.

Of the air that used to give it life,

That little voice inside.

A battered and bruised belief,
An ambiance of still.

What chance has the incredible?

When the logic world finds it's kill.

And as the hours fail me,
And though my hopes do try,
My dreams unfold and scatter,

like teardrops in the sky.

My arrogance or confidence,
Is sparingly the same,

Why not invest in vanity?

whilst I'm still sane.

To hell with all the misanthropists,
The cynic, placid minds.

My Cause is simple,

A worthy audience it shall soon find.

It's easy,

On criticism I'll put a ban.

and if I do then maybe,

I'll earn myself a fan.

For looking at the glass half empty,

Is like staring into the abyss.

Looking for rainbow monkeys,

The gruesome hoplessness I shan't miss.

A happily Miserable Land.

Purple bruises, purple roses.

Shortened trees and flared noses.

Up and down, and down and up,

Rattle snakes in a pink tea cup.

Crowded roads and crowded minds,

Running water in iron binds.

Mountains of cream, empires of dust.

Empty towers engraved in rust.

Sandy seashores, jelly fish men,

Mindless ducks clucking after a hen.

Caramelised sugar, burnt to a crisp.

A breeze that carries the smell awhisp.

And laugh and scream and cheer,

oblivious, happy, no primitive fears.

Explanation/Interpretation:

purple bruises.... Is the beauty and pain in colour.

Shortened trees.... Is the dismissal of nature.

Flared noses... Is anger and regret.

Up and down...Is disorder.

Rattle snakes....Is the concealment of deadly nature, using a pretty, seemingly harmless exterior.

Running water in iron binds... Is the entrapment of something that can't be contained.

Mountains of cream.... Is greatness built on air.

Empires of dust....Is the regret over the greatness that used to be, which is now dust.

Sandy seashores, and jellyfish men...Is the encouragement of cowardice.

Mindless ducks... ducks don't cluck they quack, which symbolises the imitation of something inferior to gain acceptance.

Caramelised sugar....Is overdoing something good, until its ruined.The consequences of extremities.

A breeze... That's the people that carry on like nothing has happened, bearing the smells or signs of burnt sugar.( loss and despair)

And laugh and scream...Because they don't know what to do with themselves.

Oblivious,happy....Is joy in ignorance, the primitive fear is the fear of the unknown.

We come in pieces

I dream that I'm falling,
and the distance to my settlement grows.
Unnerved, I scramble, and worry,
who knows?

I contemplate the forces pulling me down,
My subconscious is warning me,
I'm about to drown.

The darkness of my inability,
My loss of control,
Pains me more than my failure,
To compel my soul.

Shadows dwell in the corners of my mind,
they're angered by their suppression,
Hoping, needing, pleading with myself,
to find.
The outlet, the exit,
My cure.

It burns against the hollow of my skull,
An Icy blaze of emptiness,
Incomplete, betrayed,dull.
Oh when will the beautiful images caress?

I'm loosing the essence,
The second life within me,
That shatters the cold, meaningless presence.
Like the air that I breathe,
It wants to be free.

My solace is crumbling,
My guards unravelling,
The world is closing,
The darkness growing.

The only thing pushing me forward is the hope that it will return,
It's arrival has become my sole,
waking concern.

But my cries remain unanswered,
And my faith is shining dim,
Maybe it was nothing but a temporary whim.

I've lost myself, If I'm loosing the fight,
And my sanity is fumbling,
To evade the fright.
And so proceeds the numbing.