Wings of wax

Sitting on my ass all day,
I find that I can relate to that robin’s egg.

Bathing in my potential,
a lot I want to do, and so much with you.

I stood up for the first time today.
I felt my roof cave away. How’s the sun so bright?

Fifty feet above my yard, how small my house
is from here, like a children’s toy.

Fly away on wings of wax, I don’t care
if they melt: it’s a bright new day.

I’m just glad that I got out. I was so sick
of that maze and its ugly fiend.

I can now forget my thoughts. I can act
on today, aim right at the sun.

Countless love

Ladybugs do not like me;
they think my shit does stink.
Come, won’t you hold my hand
because I think I’m on the brink.

Friendly people don’t crowd my doorway.
I might have one friend.
She lives inside my fish tank.
She’s a sea anemone

Doesn’t take a lot to love her,
and she gives it right back.
Never told me fiction,
she always spoke the fact.

Count with me
the countless times
the world’s lied to me.

Forget will you
the countless times
we’ve lied to you.

Mother Nature doesn’t even love me,
except my sea anemone.
But, my friend won’t live much longer
with those clowns who abuse her.

I could not pay the electric,
so my fish tank light went out.
Come, won’t you hold my hand
as I watch my friend turn brown.

Count with me
the countless days
ahead of me.

I’ll be with you
the countless days
ahead of you.

I won’t forget my fish tank,
or the friend it held.
And, you’re not a replacement.
You’re both too good for that.

Dreams Enlisting Eternally Preserved Sunbeams

there are many drugs drugs drugs in my veins and popping my friendly firing synapses with chemicals a and b and c and c is the worst because that one controls my ugly side which has its usual ups and downs but now it's going crazy and the rate at which i'm falling is really going up up up and away i am flying flying falling into to heaven's closest nearest longest enemy into that lake of fire where angelic opposites and smiling sinners dwell throughout the upside down cathedral swarming with little blacks bells bells bells are ringing so loudly that my medicine those counter drugs i take can't wake me from this hell

Puddle hopping in the circles of Satan

There are deeper things than oceans:
they're called hellholes.
Those hellholes are filled to the brim
with an infinite of sadness and strife.
Stay away from the hellholes.