Lost Souls

Out in the world. Searching for life. Lost souls.
Elegant drawings. A smile to die for.
New beginnings. Erased memories.
New emotions. Her hair waving in the wind. A ride.


Beautiful words. Sundresses. Positive energy.
Tequila on her body. Laughter from her lips.
Ridiculous banter. Sunshines instead of darkness.
Wild rebellion. Reckless abandon. An uprising.


I see you in the dusk. I see you in the dawn.
I see your evils and I see your goodness.
But most of all I see you.
Out in the world searching for life.

Annoyed

I awake from a dream like milk from a goat and the first thing I see are lights from all directions. I can’t determine just yet the source but I felt like the wind was beneath my being. Like I was floating and yet my feet were on the ground. When I regain my senses I am allowed to regain my breath. And I smell honey and larkspur. How I know these smells I have no idea. I am conscious. I am alive. That was all that mattered. I had mind and body, but no spirit. When I sold my soul, I specifically remember in the contract that there was a date to be determined. There is no way that date was today. I read the fine print didn’t I? I am annoyed by the lights. I am annoyed by this feeling of relentless abandoned. I am just annoyed. Can I go back to the dream?

A Man and the Ocean

I set sail for what I think will be a trip of the ages. Alone I pack the necessities necessary for survival on these rugged waters. Like a pirate I proclaim my vessel as if I bore it from my womb. I didn't. I stole it. But my reasons are mine and mine alone. My flag flys high above held up only by wind and its own securities. My vessel reponds to my every command and takes me into unchartered territories. I hit wave after wave after wave with crashings felt below deck like a bad out of hell. My peripheral gives me no clues as to where I am going. My compass given to me from a dead soldier is the only guidance I have. I continue to head north. My starbird is ready. I am ready. I head right into the eye. Right into the mouth of madness. Right into where my fate lies. Will I make it out? It doesn't matter. All that matters is that I am coming and hell is coming with me.