view of the room.

When the sun invades my eyes and my vision's paralyzed there's no hindsight.
In the mortal shell i bathe on a wave of conception to the grave below's my mind's flight.
Carry on, in between where my thoughts are never seen. Carry on, tear the seam. fabricate the American dream. it's divine plight.

Through the cracks, through the walls. through the perpetual falls, as the soul begins to fade we erode beneath the clay and the rise of a new dawn nothing change's when we're gone.
 Through the lines of permanent, not welcomed by firmament in my twilight.
what was wrong cannot be right as i surrender to night. It's a highlight.
Through the cell, i escaped. the apparition hovers in wake and i shine bright.

Where the rain begins to fall and the water doesn't land, as the shadows cast a pall on the sins of every man.
There's no guide no helping hand, there's no preexisting plan. Just a wind  that saunters bye and a solemn, honest goodbye.
As i rise above the sun, i'm at peace and whole as one. I am all right. No more mortal shell restraints.
No more voices in my brain, i am finite. Carry on, i can see a transparent vacancy but i'm free. from the venom of the words, the sheep slaughtered in herds as the cauldron of life stirs. no more hate, no retribution. no disease no more pollution. eternal peace,  nature's solution i thank  GOD for evolution....it's a sign right?

broken dreams

dreams hit the sidewalk, and sputter toward the drain. you hit the ground running and then hit a wall. Shadow's remain as the imagery falls. tears in the ocean and darkening skies a pageant of failures and lone passers by. and i shudder to think of what's next. I'm stuck on a page with no text and i don't feel alive. I feel they don't hear me sincerely beneath quips and queries i've neglected you dearly. No, i don't feel alive............
see the dream break the dream break the dream break with the sun, into the sun. Burning, escape and the clouds can't negate burning sun, watch the blood run. scattered into condensed thoughts, and stomach knots.  But i matter not...
so come on and scribe this reality with a couple of lines and a dead battery. We can write all the wrongs and play cavalry. You can be my savior. And i won't let you down. Like my dreams let me down. ...
see the dream break the dream break the dream break with the sun, into the sun. Burning, escape and the clouds can't negate burning sun, watch the blood run. scattered into condensed thoughts, and stomach knots.  but you're the last real thing that i've got. so i'm gonna hold on. Like a pause , like a cause and blanket of flaws i'll hold on...to your dream.