Reborn

Make haste...

I was living for yesterday;

all this time 

I have wasted.

Rebirth my eyes,

& I will breathe for today;

it is the day 

I become infinity,

the day 

nothing touches my body.

My brain feeds my inner purity

& I reach for the stars,

that were always mine.

Bleach

This is the bleach on the walls.

Where I want to live.

Where I was born to become from.

Grey clouds make droplets of tasteful love

leftover petals

from the honey flower I chewed.

Mother called

& through the clean screen door

I smelled warm bread

& the plastic of our short rug.

In a kind of heavenly happiness

I float inside the room

laughing sweetly

with everyone else around me.

What a comfort,

what a clean slate.

Jupiter's Eyes

Why must my busy mind meld my life so?
Be it such a curse,
to grow an opinion
on the wildest daydream
I had ever imagined?
Be it insane
to then, write a book
on the physically studied world
which I had began?

Maybe
when my spirit rebirths
through the eye of my inner being,
I will be a moth;
Free
as the energy
that I am.

Incomplete

When it comes to words, I work wonders;

until wonders fall on you.

Then my script splits as a serpents tongue

past speech, I know not what to do.

So I drown myself in the slimiest grey
hoping some genius will fall through.
But in all my mess, I still confess
my weakening is you.

Its sick and twisted, rotten and cold
addicted to a someone I never knew.