Poem 19: UTOPIA

We are the brain cells,
Of a nine-year-old boy,
His imagination with deep wells and spells.
There is no reality, in this reality,
It’s full of faceless eyes.
Synthetic lips, cursed with sanity,
Insanity, sanity people so concerned for morality,
Yet their hypocrisy, hurts my chest
A dead utopia, dust and a quest.
Full of lawless streets but I am free,
Lawless streets with nobody,
Lawless streets and a smiling cat,
Singing from a tree, just like LSD.
This is the dead utopia,
All you people fear,
Because our existence only exists,
As long as this boy is asleep and unaware.

Poem 15: TRANSITION

The fear of change,
Newness consuming eternity,
Intrigued by the obscure,
Ponder but endure,
We are merely lost in transition,
Seeking for a bit of sanity,
Yet without a bit of fantasy,
It’s all a tragic calamity.
Blossoming petals, greenery,
The spring equinox’s allure.
A touch so warm,
Skin discovering skin,
Lips exploring the universes,
Hidden behind every scar,
Sometimes a cry,
Cigarettes put out on a child’s arm,
A tear drops from a dark brown eye.
We all grow old,
With time hearts become cold,
Eyes look lifeless,
Ears are now deaf from the silence,
You slur your words, my love,
Once again you are drunk,
My lips are the wine,
But I fear, this is all a great sin,
Don’t worry it is all fine,
We are all merely lost in transition.