Skydiving Dreams

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I feel thick with substance, austere as it may appear.
There must be, for me, enough raw stuff around here,
To engineer some sort of creative perspective of art... but, where do I start?

Each piece stands individual until you put it all together.

I'm real sick of Christmas... and it’s still fifteen days away.
I can’t say I'm exactly happy today... but I do truly enjoy this weather.
Cold and wet, with clouds keeping the sunlight from spoiling winter.

Everything as gray as my current mood might permit to emit.

I got out of bed, made coffee, and went to work, but,
I didn’t wake up this morning because...
I just didn’t feel like it.
This game-of-life, I admit,
At times, I wish to quit.

Forgive me please.
I have to stay asleep because...
Unconscious and blind,
Is the only way for me to find,
My sight seeing center.

I dare you to enter... but beware,
In there I am a millionaire... and I’m greedy.
I dive into my wealth of immaterial abundance,
And do a redundance-dance around my finance.

I’m needy at times.

At least I admit it.

At times, I go from handsome ego, to begging on my knees.
Forgive me please.
Dose this make any sense?
Are these words my defense against the indulgence expense of time that I spend putting each individual word together with rhyme and a hint that, in the end, my end will be considered a crime?

When I die... I want to be falling from the sky.

It’s not that I’m bothered by pain.
I’m not sure I can even explain.
Just please...
Please forgive me for this.
At times,
For everything tangible to end,
I wish.


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--Last edited by Waffle Bob on 2007-12-10 20:11:36 --

Beautiful. Real. you:shimmery all over with scotch tape and steel rods.
Helpless and fuck you for wanting to know me.the want for a real start and the neglegent mending of what you can do at times compared next to what you know you're capable of.
I enjoyed it.
If i had three thumbs they would all be up lol