Severe Daydreams

Now, in the raining lilacs pondering whisper, the trace of regret that’s stapled to the wings of your neon eyes pulls and let’s out a vengeful laugh, let those thoughts go in the crippled down creek below, let the gravel go completely with no regards for the traveling wind and it’s subconscious snow.

Let the pulse of the soil jump with excitement on to the arms of the partly dead, no one sees the blue if you’re strictly adjusted for the bleeding red.
All the traces never before sprinkled in stardust wonder blow in, walking with the triumphant symphony explosion, the once true, mere childhood fantasies, roll out, tumbling the illusion of time with a delicate push and smiling tug of sweetly rolled rivers.

Let love trickle down the mountain with no need for any particular conception, the skies of blue beating the ground with a vicious beam of sunlight all just for you, our hearts paired like no others, our roots colliding and forming the tree of memories that will eternally be rewinding, velvet railroad tracks going in a circle with no stop in sight, all things must peek out in the sunbeam realization that loneliness follows in every face just as happiness comes with every train.

Let heaven come crashing at the footsteps of those getting lost in memories undone and all those songs left sadly unsung, daylight is peaking it’s nose through the holes of the sky, the mountains calmly breath out and the oceans gently sigh, another night is preying on your lifeless body with promise and hope seeking the prize at the other end of the knotting rope.

If even one trumpet should shout in harmony or one note be strung past infamy the world could follow the rabbit hole down and make the stars crumble with ecstasy, nothing lies at the root of my childhoods freedom quests, lying in fields of flowers holding the sun, the dawning of light, the start of the rat race run.

Infinity is embedded in the shooting stars yellow waltz, the once pushed down emotions crumble in the light of the sun seeking the revenge for all the artists painful embodiment of all that is true and one, the only man in existence is painting his trees, breaking down and shooting up, fighting in vain, living in harmony with the dance of the eternal dimensions rain.

Let the world twirl it’s body with boldness, the circling planets in spite, toss the naked moon out of orbit and massacre all of civilization but with a smile our world still twirls for it knows that all will be fine, with mass beauty our earth let’s us go and keeps on going throughout the uncertainty in what even the eternal cannot know, thriving in the forced isolation, our planet will rise up from the hold of jealousy and never will it remember the constant begging of all that came before, we shed the moments of all that’s passed with the first reach at the road completely polluted with glimmering doors, reaching, reaching...
Letting go 
Breathing 
A reach 
Isolation
desolation 
Infinity at the palm of your hand
The roads crumbling with our revolution, our only chance at salvation.