Ode to Jeff

Thanks to Jeff

Jeff Buckley makes my world a better place,
even if his words are of sorrow and pain,
the angels voice soothes me back to childhood again,
When dreams were possible and present.

Lyrics flow like memories,
as all ties I have come together
complimenting each other.
Joyfully Sad. Eternally had.

And he feels to young to hold on,
when in fact, he was too far away
from Shore. He's not here today.
Nor will he be here tomorrow.

But his voice resonates, still.
like ringing in my ears
that I could bare to hear
Forever and ever and ever.

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I am eating junk today,

because my money's no good for food, here.

It's good for junk and stuff,

but not enough

to Debunk the migrants chemical

scrub.

The process disgusts me,

Dearly, I'd rather produce

yearly, alone with friends,

not family, Friends are my family,

Time tells me rightly

that tonight, any night,

every night is binding,

preserving the food for thought,

lost the flavor needed to spot

the problem, now the tongue's

numb, and the mouth and the throat,

and the gut, all instinct, stunted.I am eating junk today,

because my money's no good for food, here.

It's good for junk and stuff,

but not enough

to Debunk the migrants chemical

scrub.

The process disgusts me,

Dearly, I'd rather produce

yearly, alone with friends,

not family, Friends are my family,

Time tells me rightly

that tonight, any night,

every night is binding,

preserving the food for thought,

lost the flavor needed to spot

the problem, now the tongue's

numb, and the mouth and the throat,

and the gut, all instinct, stunted.

Afterglow

And I know it's really nothing,

But didn't something come from nothing?

the lights gettin lighter, like it's fading

from my mind, her scent is mixed with mine,

sense it complex, why can't it be simple

all the time? It's just how life is defined,

curving all the lines, this tree's limbs

get bent in the strength of the wind,

Leaves get carried away, the thoughts

of last night are not here today.

And i know it's really nothing,

But i'm left in this bed of leaves

makin' up a future that I'll never see,

What beauty could soothe me and

settle this squall that rues me

I'm givin it too much time again,

thinkin with regret, sinkin my train

into an abyss of improbability

I should focus on what i will see

today, and hasten my grasp on tomorrow,

this sorrow, self-sculpted puts me on my

knees at the pulpit of some hollow

vanity, cavernous and powerful

But I know it's really nothin...

Thinkin too much about what can never be.

When she got dressed, she cracked my ribs,

Her shoes stomped my stomach with every click,

When the door closed behind her, my heart split,

The morning light, an afterglow of that neon night

pierced through the atmosphere outside, into

the room through my windows straight into

my eyes and my pupils dilated back into place,

I'm acting like a fool facin' labyrinths and mazes

When I know it's really nothin

but the past right in front of me

gotta turn my back, quickly, before it consumes me,

I know it's really nothin,

cuz ain't nobody else with me,

but my senses and these scents.

It's time to wake up.

Of course. . .

As PER usual

The eye of the storm remains peerless.

Chaos reigns

In a cycle around the silent center.

The Heart,

Fearless, In a brutal sigh, sees

The End, Nigh.

Count to ten. Deep Breathing.

Leaving happiness behind pulls my organs through my spine, i'm walking in this mud of mine trying to shape it like what i want to be. And sometimes it becomes a task to talk at all.

Error

Error. Error.

Process interrupted.

Memory full.

Overload overload.

Capacity breached.

Initiating command 'failsafe'- command invalid. 1011H0001E1100L0011P1110

Initiating command failsafe- command invalid

1010H0110E1000L1100P

Protocol override- initiate restart...

Command invalid

Error. Error.

All processes frozen...

...

100110111010100101000101010-

All processes terminated.

Initiating failsafe.

Failsafe activating.

...

Memory cleared.

Processes terminated.

System shutting down-

Error. Error.

Missing you, Moving through

Every word, dwarfed.

Every thought, warped and wrapped around you,

These arms would too, were the worthy.

But that couldn't be further from the truth,

I must let go-

T'wil snap my bones!

Stall my heart...

So far from home,

So far apart.

Brittle, stress has left me

Divided 'tween two paths.

I hope this be the right one.

I must let go,

Our hands connect in perfect rhythm,

Imperfect be the time, Yours and mine

Together, must let go.

Riding Memories

This fluttering heart stutters at the sight,

Eyes shutter the moment, strobing into

Stop Motion, Frozen in time, My mind

Remembers every frame, uncluttered,

Clear, no years could stain your dancing

smile, shedding light onto my dark canvas,

Painting this fantasy real.

I'm stealing these moments so i can feel it,

Again, Again, like a heart pumping vital

memories to me brain, Insane inside

The gutters of the past, Deranged to think

I'll find you, New, there. this fluttering heart

Stutters, then stops.

“I wish to remain an eternal enigma to myself and to others”

From my predecessor’s consort, was I born,

in Nymphenburg palace, that absess, which begets no revelry,

For I’m adorned and primed to wear that crown, but

No duty would I like better than to be left alone

By the schwansee, maybe Wagner could accompany,

And Paul, With his fantasy could comfort my ears and eyes,

While my dove takes flight to inspire this eagle’s love.

Alas, these eye’s of this child shut quick on that blissful glimpse

With an ascended thrown for my arse to sit upon and don

The power of my birthright, Perched atop the corpse

Of my father. Why Bother with such politic?

I’ll call Richard to soothe the corridors with his music!

They say of me I saved Thee, whilst ye fear I may

Melt away like a fleeting dream! Oh fleeing fantasy,

This vulgar world holds no place for you, What am

I wont to do? Oust you for your perversions?

For my people who won’t understand you? Who

Cannot appreciate such genius that soothes this king’s

Youthful brooding. What a Pendulum that moves me!

My people, So confused to follow the conservative path

And judge against the beauty of art, They are misled

To think evil lurks within the hedonism of feeling for

The unreal… The theatre I’ve built for you must edify

And inspire! I called Perfall to introduce You all,

Mozart, Shakespeare, Ibsen to behold!

Alas, to me your eyes are glued, misled again

To follow me instead of thinking for yourselves,

Please me, no more, Else I banish all, and keep it

For myself, for none have such a taste for these pleasures

Like I. My people disappoint me, yet I’m appointed

To lead the masses who stall and stare at me,

Not the beauty intrinsically dispersed around ye!

Oh my people, can ye not enjoy a day without

Asking more of me? No tyrant have I become,

No giant with cruel hands that rule, I am but human,

Yet you demand of me the things that ruin

My fantasy. Like heinrich I’m torn! My faith

Brings scorn upon desires I cannot control,

So with men I bond, to please god. Is that

So Wrong? Oh how I’m torn!

All the while fighting neighbors upset that I

Would not willingly Ally with, til the weeks of war

Matched the days of week, enough, Enough Death!

I do not seek destruction in my rule, Oh bittersweet

Comprehension Makes my wont that of a fool,

Ignorant to time’s spool of thread that clothes

The heretic, what a dreadful Place I’m wedged into!

An empire, Now must I endorse! But none of this what I want,

And worse still is that I act in reaction, ever moved by everything

Else this vulgar world produces, Men induced with power,

Towering above the masses, moving pawns from their perches

To see a german unification that serves the royal, While loyal

People toil in blood. I Want none of it. Is that so terrible?

Must I destroy and leave that death wake? I wish to create!

Oh what Art I could make! Castles could relate my fantasy,

But these ministers will not let go of me. Men! How I loathe

The Power hungry, who would see arsenic to my drink

If it meant sinking into this throne next, How I’m vexed,

I do not care for all this politic! Leave me be to the countryside

And a fantasy.

Now they talk of money! Oh one trial after another,

What matters of this currency, isn’t this palace worth

Every ounce of metal for every block of stone, every finely

Crafted corridor? What is this talk of debt?!

Look at what I’ve made, the world is in debt to me

For bringing alive this Fantasy! But no, They claw

And climb underneathe my skin, conspiritors to see

My end, attack my sanity to plead me unfit for this

Birthright. These Doctors call me crazy, never

Having met me! What a vulgar world I’ve been thrust into.

What Fantasy can save me now? Which dream

Could I drown in? They take my crown, and sound

Alarms against me, what more can they take?

I pondered as I walked along the lake,

The wake looked gentle as heaven’s gates,

If I’m not mistaken, my appointment

Before Peter was scheduled at seven,

He must appreciate my fancy, and my Fantasy

Will live on for eternity.



From the sea
Searching on her feet
No air to breath
Running on her curiosity

To find me
Maybe just blind and dreaming,
Asleep. Awaiting my fate,
To, at last, see her beaming face.

Oh, death begets the hope i need to accept mortality, when she finds me i'll be freed