Looky Looky

 Brown, Blue or Green

if they have depth

and they grab me

i drown in them 

all the same

Dream Reading

 Jolt awake

from the most welcoming of dreams

warm comforting library

books of all sizes

dim lights

tans and browns

i wish to return

how sad i am but a passenger

on this ride that ins my mind

Have mercy of conscience mine

bring me back to that warm place

where whispers are the language spoken

and learning is but a few words away

Moon Song

 i called you 

my moonlight

My Guiding Moonlight,

i followed you as day

does night and day again.

As sailors to the merciful stars above

Now

i see how rotten 

we both have become.

Transient, tarnished Moonlight

no sway you hold over the ships prow any longer,

no more,

despite me wishing on those very same stars,

so unmerciful now,

for this not to be true.

i am not sure

if i will ever be rid of you

the poison that you are

seeping so deeply into so many of these wounds,

the memories and mental anguish you produced

grafted onto me 

like some Frankenstein's monster.

You are and always will be the worst Stalingrad

i could have ever envisioned.

The silver lining tho

is all great battles come to an end

all bleeding stops eventually

and despite its gravity

Luna always gives way

to Sol...