Pleasure seeker

I opened up to the world in order to create the next day.
Yesterday was exillerating; I discovered a moment that overwhelmed –
Laughter and amusements within a simple setting – nothing special.
However, as with unpredictability the situation was like a golden pill;
A cure-all for the terminal pleasure seeker in distress.
I sat in the car with the realisation that recreation would level me;
Quiet pleasures in the sun tomorrow and everyday; keep to schedule.

I knew what the day would bring, I was convinced of it;
In bed I barely moved in dream-mode as the lights flickered relentlessly;
Dominant greens overlapping the shiny blue ether of eternal deep.
We were there, stopping and starting – the tears of summer joy.
Yes, the day will be created to fit the landscape image and ease the pain.
In silent embrace I allowed my contentment to take me through the night.

I opened up to the world in order to create the new day.
I sat, waited and processed, but nothing. The rain was unbearable –
Amusements closed and the faces solumn; whitewashed movement.
As with unpredictability the situation is encouraged by my mood;
Ever changing pathways of supposed order – lies in the open air.
I recreate to maintain this order, a new meaning for a happy moment;
The very pleasure is predictable, but my mind makes it unbearable.

Go steady

A sprinkling of emotion onto these eyes
Will make it all go away;
In time you realise the decision is made
Without even speaking a word.
No care in the world to deliver
If a cure is on the other side;
No heartbreak from the stick-men
If everyone is cured the same way.
Judge me when you reach the heights
that we supposedly all aspire;
The truth is hard but blunt and fair –
The path is the same for everyone.

In the Maze

The compulsory entrance begins
In beats and growls; It breathes
With your motion, Understanding time
And dimension are out.

Stuttering in an endless Circle
With overgrown Orchards,
Reminding you of your location
And why you are now here.

I suppose in life we all get Lost
Ending up where we are.
Indeed, I see everyone standing –
Guessing what to do next.

We don’t work (with a feeling)

There I am, standing against the wall
Holding up the foundations; stand tall
is the cry – Hold on if you can.
I look through the window; duplicate –
Struggling with an impossible weight
That will surely take the house down.
What’s this I hear? I can talk clearly
Listen to myself most sincerely
Socialising was no great chore.
When all else failed, my double would start
No obstacle would pull us apart –
Yet society came second.
Here I am, banging my fists with force,
It’s a shame I can’t seek a divorce
From my inner nature, who laughs.
A snigger and a cry; dual meaning
Then change; blank stare and so unfeeling –
Sometimes I hate being myself.
We are all made in a polar light
That feels its way to the surface; fight
With a passion; yet I am us.