oblivious to reality

confused    blank    run    

  three things that are a part of my silly life and they go in a sequence

but thats not all, there are some of the greatest experiences that can make us

oblivious to reality 

where reality comes up to no meaning at all where REALITY means nothing at all 

leave it and crush it into a sphere and roll it down into the dump 

what saves your life is not reality but dreams inside dreams. 

cauldron

In the cauldron of dusk the dark artist from the abyss hurried to the bluish black canvas up above and studded stars all over it with wax from the honey bees shimmering all night along aspiring poets and utopians. The morning light shone over this spell and vanquished all dreams and substituted it with the ground where all the night stars fell and morphed into reality.

The artist awaits in the tavern spinning spells in his mind that the sun could not erase.

I woke up today and wished the dream had never ended, would have chosen to die forever to get lost in that dream. How many smiles have the dry hay of days given you than the cool dew on the night grass.

winged pursuit of a vision

till when will you smile

make merry on dreams

and on your foolishnes

hold youself aside

the winter is here

its time to freeze

come down with my misery

and let your madness cease

and sulk for a while

those wings slapping the blue skies

those that I can not create

those that make my mouth agape

I bet those are made of thoughts

And thoughts made of wax

And lit by lights of visions

I have stood here mumbling

Cursing, wanting them to melt

So together we heavy our ambitions

And lighten up our blood

 where will you be but lost

For those who tried

To write their names on dust