Author: admin

Illusions of space
brought on by a change
far away from the zone
that once was in range
spaces of distance
mirroring time
that once was illusion
reflecting our mind

Pockets of people
with slowly aged minds
defined by burnt bridges
and black and white lines
loose knit connections
with no strings to tie
defined by burnt bridges
and distorted by time
pockets of people
friends old and new
with one thing in common
the old and new you

Passing by forests
in tin bolted cans
remembering moments
that slipped through your hands
knowing the trees
are growing as one
living and dying
in the burning hot sun
passing by forests
in tin bolted cans
forgetting old dreams
and making new plans
living and dying
as heart and minds grow
in the burning hot sun
under blankets of snow

How soon we forget
how slow our minds heal
when hearts bleed emotions
we often don't feel
instincts protect us
from crippling thoughts
obscuring life lessons
we could have been taught
looking at space
absorbing its fear
believing our future 
can be saved by our tears
how soon we forget
how sad we might feel
when our hearts are hiding
from pain that is real

Waving goodbye
on the shore of a time
too dear to let go
too far to rewind
stones slowly washed
away into sand
waving goodbye
to the warmth of the land

Looking forward
the past slowly fades
comfortable feelings
a passing parade
melting emotions
dissolve to the sea
of frozen memories
meant to be free

Stepping on hope
vacating this space
hearts, souls, and minds
all running in place
slowly removing
foundations of stone
as you quickly retreat
to the future unknown

Staring blankly in disguise
at the dreams behind your eyes
pretending to be free
as the dreams slowly flee
returning to the warmth
of stillness, evermore
staring blankly at the waves
from the safety of the shore

Paper thin relations
cutting like steel
breaking frustrations
to thick to be real
holding back feelings
that flood your thoughts
and escape your memory
and never get caught

Last frontier
bloodshot skies
gripping the edges
of cloudy blue eyes
last frontier
scarred routes
dissolving the soles
of black and blue boots
last frontier
sunken lakes
drowning the fears
of drunken snakes