Laid upon cracking ground
On a bedroll of filth
We keep them around
Sparaticly dusting the silt

Hoping for a Phoenix through decay
As wishes fail
And words say
To no avail

Watching the childish visions
Dance a happy dance
Whilst not these missions
End in glorious stance

Gray causes lost dreams
To bubble and resurface
Placed amoung streams
Forgetting the rat race


Silent words

As I lay under the moon
His wisdom shining down
Starry words dance
Floating about the dark
illuminating my thoughts
The sounds uttered
Often incoherent thoughts
Lingering amoung the clouds
Not leaving my mouth
are meant to be comfort
Left wondering
Forced to fear the sound from
Bulbous ego
Built upon rocky land
With jagged edges sharp
Quite that cuts like a razor
You long to hear a sound
That will never form
I apologize for words unspoken