Frozen.

Hollow flask, a lethargic mask

ripped clothes, barely dressed

time slowed, self repressed

internal abode written in odes

outwardly cold, as stories corrode.

To Beauty.

Infinite reach of imaginations range 

could never predict the presence to enact such change

but here you are to fuel the flame

and rest your embers upon each page

to heat this heart from its frozen cage

for to procure just one word I had to endure such pain

and through it all I barely remained 

though through it all, I'd do it again

because beauty, I now know your name.

Explanation.

Listen up I'll only say this a thousand times

barking, I'm talking, it's just the hounds I mime

the loud mouth of a shy child that likes to rhyme

so I fed him with words but the grown man snorted the lines

he overdosed and from the casket I arose, smelling of pine

the words are for him, the lines are his and the verse is mine

with a collection born from a mind stuck on rewind.

Silently I dream a dream of something free

the cost is great but the boundaries I can't see

rain pours and the fog rolls in, still I can see that it's only me

with room for another and that will always be 

so sshhh, let me sleep before the reaper finds the key. 

Open eye.

Thoughts are pacing, racing

I against I, demonic faces 

theses eyes I've maced 'em 

with venom I've laced 'em 

mentally I've encased 'em

with salt water I've drenched 'em

now I'm blinded to face 'em

sorry I'm dyslexic, I mean I'm blinded to face me

I've become my favourite henchman

sorrow and regret, I've forever benched him.

Open book I've sung those hymns

open book I've given in to sin

open book I know where I've been 

open book, I can dream.

An exhibition of my expedition.

Everything I owe, given no question 

as long as these words aren't wasted, you're there to listen

and forever after ever there we'll be, with souls risen

for now you should know your my only genuine vision

it happened quick, instant ignition, and to this world I became one of the missing

to find truth within this mental prison is my only mission 

like food for thought you give me nutrition 

you take care, my own personal physician 

everyday the same, benevolent repetition.

Within these words there is no proposition 

I just hope you find some recognition 

like a mirror within someone else's optical expedition.

The climb.

I'm on auto-pilot, kamikaze, I'm going down 

free-falling, awaiting the parachute of your laugh.

No idea what I'm jotting, my thoughts are loud

speaking aloud, grounded, 'pon beauty I crash.

I to eye, pupil teaching student, wanting I'm found

lips curl up to show ascensions path.

And the climb gladly takes everything I have.