The blue,
There it is
In all its glory.

Like some fairy tale
That was shared
To me, too late
For anything really,
Substantial.

However, I ponder
On, and prefer
Mysteries
To soothe my soul

Instead of harmless
Fairy tales
And creation myths
That come to me,
In the night; and consume
Me, with demons
That tear through my
Imaginary flesh.

My brain burning
For another memory,
Of which I failed, and
Tried again.

I have this longing
For parties and
Drugs that make me
Escape to another planet
Like a poem that soothes me so.

I wish there was an easier path,
To resist something falling
From a platform
And wishing for
Gold.

Smith the sword,
Pan the gold,
And dig up diamonds.
They’re from your
Dreams.

Fantasies,
That explore ruins
Left by
Societal disaster, and emotional
Damage.

A drowned victim
Of falsehoods, and
Enlightenment.

I wish there was another way,
To not be so
Lonely.
However, intelligence and
Clarity, never find a way.

So groove your shoes, and
Tackle your back pain.
Call it an adventure, and now somewhere
In the afterlife, of disaster
Will I be happy?