Showing posts with label Planet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Planet. Show all posts

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Planet Yesteryear

Confusion swirls around the mines

Of deepest dark in thoughts alike

Clap with the thunder booming quick

Sing with the rain as sad a song


Dream and perhaps you’ll awaken

Continue dreaming eyes open

Wide and glazed over searching still

Looking far for that last lone star


Liquid dew now condensing perched

Softly roughly upon the face

Green envy and greed consuming

Newborn from friends unfortunate


Pardoned to heaven luxury

Fake yet one cannot, will not, see

With sight blundered hesitation

Yearning for wishing for the sky

While sitting upon such clouds high


Stone cold, dead in the market

People plenty push past busy

Disregard your glare as eyes met

Hurting inside over nothing


Planet yesteryear haunting you

Fear showing through anger flashing

Jealous envy tears appearances false

Never enough for those you wish

For love they shower another


Falling in the hellhole hate

Bleeding a healing heart

True colors of a shattered soul

The crimson tears of bleeding skies


Drowning in the pain of promises lost

Singing that lachrymose lullaby

Of poison kisses and empty embraces

Requiring a placebo for the soul


But none comes to calm the storm

Naught arrives to wash away the numbness

Nothing can dust off the grains of sand

From the lonely beaches of planet yesteryear

Monday, June 14, 2010

Thoughts Intergalactic

Staring at the ceiling every night wondering what is above me

Imagination consumed by the dark sky engulfing meteors

Flying by so much faster than my human eyes can possibly see

That chance of emerging myself in space, simply a blur


How would it be to dwell in the space above?

Looking down here would seem so much further

What is up there that I would hate, that I would love?

But I would be able to see this world so much clearer


So unlike what I'm accustomed to would it be

Would the buildings on the moon be craters?

At a loss without my land, grass, flowers, and trees

Rocks and sandy dust doesn’t match the comfort of the waters


If only our own planet Earth weren’t so boisterously deafening

I could settle away from crowds in comfort, simply thinking