This world

If I could show you this world in my head, you would find it amazing, amazing, Yeah, and if I could show you this world I've created, You would find it amazing, so amazing It's unreal how big it is, and how I only care that your in it, but if I could show you anything, it's this.

I'm standing here on top of the mountainside with you by my side, and I'm looking out onto the plains below, watching as the green fields grow before my eyes, but I'm focusing on something else, it's your hand intertwined with mine, and I'm feeling fine yeah. I get lost in here, as I drift away, when I come back your not here and I'm not feeling okay.

I just want you back, noone else knows that. Who you are, is a mystery to everybody, I like to keep it that way, I want you to myself, I say. So don't force me to tell, I'll never let anyone break this spell I'm under.

Rambling

The eloquent sunshine paints the sky and me orange, I am no longer gray, but me again. I find that my friends closest to my heart are powerful in my eyes. And I love them with all my heart, just like a beautiful sunset which I appreciate more than many can fathom. My capacity for love is great and my threshold for it's torment greater, but still I abide, and live on passing on the love. I amaze some and aggravate others, but still I am, and so are you. What in life is worth it if not Love. I ramble on lest I know not what I'm trying to say as I too in life ramble on as I know not where I'm going nor where I will end up. But I'm glad our paths crossed because like the sunsets you make me happy.

ambiguous poetry

Lyrically indecisive, rhythmically desperate,
Forgone insured pantomimic laboring,
Derisive autonomic defense mechanics,
Exhausted sleeping mass of life,
I am the Walrus, and the Dude abides.

Unbroken.

I felt a feeling of nirvana.
Momentary in my memory.
Though it lasted a few hours.
It was beautiful and calming.
I wrote a wisdom during it.
Or was it the wisdom that caused it?
The release of past pressures.
They faded from my mind.
And during that time, I was whole.
I was one, unbroken.

Poetic Dissonance

Genius is born not from eloquence and sanctuary, but from necessity and despair. For our sorrows drive us to eliminate pains brought on by inconvenience and inhibition. Indeed it is the impoverished denizens who are most like to satisfy our country's proverbial void and provide the answer required; that we may improve the living conditions for all instead of a select, engorged, few.

P.S. The Dude Abides.