Fading Star

How long can the twilight sing my lonely song. Grassy knoll of elder's yore leads me to a faithful conclusion. I belong to this place and the daunting tasks being shone in the cosmic letters of life tell truths that briefly show Truth.

The waves of nothing that plague my liberation are but temporary statuses in the self-evolving existence of the 'morrow. Besides, I smell the fresh grass beneath my worn feet and blush with joyous nostalgia. The entire universe is dancing, and I have the privilege of witnessing an event.

The expanse nature of this field of time drums on with the drunkards philosophy: the politicians agenda. If their promise is not withheld than it is empty. The air is filled with the treason of thoughts. Blasphemy repents; Now is here.

Take my hand. Our life's too short to be caught up in eternity. Open hearts can reflect our time. Embrace existence. Live while there's still life. Don't let the 'morrow cast a shadow upon all hope. Remember: home is not just a ghost.

Salted Soul

The sea gazed quietly in my twilight. The salty mist breathing from the old smells reminds me of home... And my love is lost with the sea. A sun lightly squeezing orange greens and pinks from the lonesome sky. Pale sails and an empty stomach are my only escapes from the bleak night, but the stars guide my thought.

Endless days adrift leave the lonely sailors heart astray. It begins to be a sail itself, merely blowing with the wind, and at times, impossible to harness.

This body is weary. She's just a star in the cosmos, and I'm no Cosmonaut... Besides politics do nothing for me.

But in your eyes I fail to stay adrift longer than your soul. The darkness plays tricks on this wretched mind of mine. The cool breeze calms the warm water. I can open my heart to the expanse: Love the eternal night and harness the moon...

Tonight I stay focused in my drift. The wind can take anyone home! Just don't be a soul forever lost as I.

Headaches and a Late Night Snack

Stumbling into the paradigm shifted my dream as the dust laden night collapsed before my eyes.

"YOU" The sky called from the most distant of cosmic socialist. "There is surely more in this world than your clouded mind!"

And with that the sky shook. My view of the world: gone; this love is merely warm. The barely visible thoughts of a shambled man are that remain in the exported happiness of the lost generation. This is reality and it is all we have to see.

So, the clouds descend into the transcending mind... and... and... that was it. The mystic nature was my dream. The love merely a theme. And our time... the biggest crime.

Yet, The world still isn't clear.

Posting

First post to a new blog, trying out this site.

I have much more content over at www.xanga.com/kefga_x

I'm not quite sure what I plan to do with this, but I do like the way it feels. I may dedicate one blog to more serious writing and one that pertains more to actual life. Or maybe one that's just acting, or maybe just a clone.

who knows?