When I look down

When I look down at my life from the rooftops,
I see colors spilling out from when I was down.
The gray took over as the truth began to pop.
But I spent so much time prodding, looking around.
And the reasons began to fade as I reached up.
The higher and further, the more I saw.
Again a witch gave me no turn to let up.
A witch of a mirror, opposite in me as I fall.
So I searched harder, lowering my tree to a seed.
A seed like me, one I could be with to be free.

Daddy Dino

Daddy dino, daddy dino, where are you?
I've hatched from my egg, but where to?
I'm cold. But I feel so warm.
Daddy dino, daddy dino, where are you?

Merry Christmas from an egg

Merry Christmas from an egg that has finally hatched,
into a new creature of something so attached.
It's really Christmas eve! The eve to the best.
A double for my one, who started all the rest.
The eve to the eve, or so I thought.
I've grown to hate the joy which I was taught.
But we all feel some joy, to see the things we love.
But how? When the head of our tree is another dove.

Of the time spent: all I know was a mask.
How could I learn even the easiest tasks?
I'm blind that I couldn't see the truth.
But it was best I didn't know the proof.
But a mask is something we love to see.
And Santa brings us cheer, gifts for free.
It's raining in this room: but I'm so dry.
A father-daughter dance I stole on the fly.

So just imagine; Christmas every year,
Without a seed, to light the tree in fear.
So the lights we hung: I take alone,
as I hear the words in every tone.
Those songs, we all know so well.
Those beautiful lights I wish fell.
So Merry Christmas, really, from me to you.
But I'm counting faster: to see you, too.

Hidden Secrets

Hidden secrets stitches in an Indian's pallet,

but the fire from the dragon's breath burned.

As the totem from the great tree fell silent.

The secret of the star a fake to be turned. 

Redied

All that the Red Vampire did was think she was best,
but face to face with a mirror called fate she lost rest.
Every stroke is just a ran down house evicted by my mind.
And every flash just as gravity pushing into line.
So I just use numbers as my stake, respect which repels.
The common Czar who only whispers in shadows' spells.
Entering an empty world surrounded by vampires.
I stand alone in a lab finding a God who inspires.

Shallow

The gold I feel, is so unreal.
     Because I live my life in shadows.
Every night, reacts in fright.
     Because I live my life in shadows.
What is love? But a hallow dove.
     In this world of shadows.
We all live in the lies we give,
     We're in a world of shadows.

Dusk to Dust

This is nothing but a puzzle box, an apparent paradox.
Another tree starts to sing, as his house bells ring.
One small sparks it all, as the maze begins to fall.
As the sights turn to dusk, another box burns to dust.

Pieces

Another piece to this puzzle I distress,
of a map to this maze I digress.
The council I come across, I seldom borrow.
In a deeper pit I drown my tomorrow,
A wordless cut which leads to no gold.
A defenseless tower with no help, just bold.
Back in the maze, with no choice but down.
A new treasure sits waiting to be found.

Inventions

Turned up, my head illuminates.
Knocking at the door it creates.
Free from this I do implore,
another creature at my door.
Clawing, screaming for his turn.
I have no key, for me to learn.
Sights of these, the mirror lies.
Another knocks with his disguise.
A new hole opened, the world to see.
The door wide open, in sanity.

Too Easy

I'm tripping over myself, no five to help me up.
Too easily i'm causing treason, making the knot tighter.
I'm reading the ground trying to find a lasting string.
The angel's feather seldom fell, but into my hand.
A divine map led by a demon himself to inside.
It pumped so hard, but the four were so broken.
I still sit and feel the world rotate around me.
Just another movie left to be replayed.

Ties

Kettle steaming from the maze,

whistling out louder water.

Poured inside, scarring speech.

Sit without a flame beneath me.

The air now, all silence.

But whispers of storm turned to sorrow.

Light and Dark

I spend my light searching for stars,
       My dark shivering, but I'm not cold.
I asked for a life not ground to chars,
       To find and end to the dependent way of old.

From the Tree to the ground

Solely is that leaf which fell from their tree.
It shook to try and get back up, but he can't.
He misses the other leaves, the ones who didn't fall.
The wind is dragging him further away from four.
This world is unfamiliar to him, this sun is much brighter.
The wind deepened him, high stop a mountain.
It's getting colder for that leaf, dryer, more fragile.
He is starting to crumble, his nectar is being taken.
But a new fluid fills him, and he erects to a new tree.
He wants to recount with his old leafs, but he can't.
He'll never awake now, his other leafs will never know.
Solely is that lead which fell from their tree.

The Shadow of Her Name

Everywhere I fall I see that brace,
         the shadow of her name.
Every time I break from sweat,
         the shadow of her name.
The Hand Toucher read those two,
         the shadow of her name.
The leaves change color in that shape,
         the shadow of her name.
The way the river's currents change,
         the shadow of her name.
Forever blocked from the sun,
         in the shadow of her name.

The Universe Blocks My Way

The Universe keeps putting blocks in my way,
on my knees crying for an end to this disarray.
I keep following this map lead by a dream,
but I still strike the wall til those twin paws bleed.
Lost in my ways, gospels won't break this wall.
Searching for some former clarity before I fall.
I tried to hide these marks from that same dream,
another un-necessity that came to stream. 
This hopeless message never has a chance to relay,
The Universe keeps putting blocks in my way.

The Universe is a She

The Universe is a She, and she is out to get us. Inescapable. 

I had a friend named John. John was locked inside a circle of never ending nightmares, one after another, never ending. He prayed to God, whoever, or whatever what listen to him. He couldn't get out. He never woke up, just constant nightmares. In his nightmares, he had nightmares and the paradox never ended. John thought there was an easy escape, to jump of the edge of the world, his world that is. His world was flat, and he didn't know why. He had a mountain in his world, the tallest mountain he could imagine, but he couldn't climb it. If he would've climbed his mountain, his world would be round again, but he didn't know. He blamed the Universe for all of his problems. But the fact was, the Universe was his mountain. That infinite, never ending mountain that John couldn't climb, because he didn't know how. John's dreams disappeared once that mountain arose, but he let it happen. He let her happen, the Universe. She took over, John's imagine was infinite. But infinite couldn't compete with the universe. And so John screamed, and clawed at the wall designing his own perfect Universe. But she wasn't the real Universe. The real Universe was on him, harassing him. John hid in his own mind, in that world he designed with the mountain, and there she was. Inescapable she was. So John finally jumped off that edge-less world, and John ended his tie with her, but she never left. John was finally free. Free for that instant he was falling, and then he saw the light. The ceiling lit up and the world was back to normal, John was back in the Universe. 

The Universe is a She, and she is out to get us. Inescapable. 

Red-Eyed Squirrel

That red-eyed squirrel, so common, yet so unique, follows them without being noticed. Emptiness.

As soon as he woke up, he walked out of his room into the hallway and saw it sitting there. Someone left his top door open, and a little squirrel wandered in. He cautiously walked up to the squirrel, afraid it would jump at him, or run away, but the squirrel remained still. The man made sure not to scare the squirrel, for there was something about the squirrel he couldn't quite get. So the man stopped right in front of that squirrel, right in front of his top door, the man thought he was dreaming for the squirrel had not moved. The sun was red, bright, burning him, blinding him, so he shut the door. The door fell shut, and the outside world was gone. All that was left was the man's home, in his hallway between two doors. He turned around and the squirrel was following him with bright red eyes, red like the sun, but not blinding. The eyes were enticing, and so the man followed. The squirrel led him back into his room and the man picked up the squirrel, the red eyes still following the man, the man still following those bright red eyes. Their eyes were getting wider, swallowing more and more. And the red eyes still remained. The eyes are getting the best of him, and he can't resist, so he drew his own drops of red, being pumped away more and more. As it poured through him he cried and looked up and noticed a glimmer of light shining, shining so bright, but not blinding, not the sun, nor the squirrel's red eyes, but a new light. The man looked back down still open, still staring, but saw no enticing red eyes. He looked back up, and saw the light was gone. All that intrigued him was gone, he mind in pieces on the ceiling, still trying to find light on the floor. He ran tot he hallway. The faucet poured nothing, the light switch turned to darkness when he wanted light. Finally he went to the mirror, his eyes still wide, but this time, red. The squirrel he saw, not himself, but a new self, a red self. The monster he saw was not him, it was not a creation. The sight of the beast shocked the man, causing him to jump. He didn't land. There was no gravity. There was only that monster, the monster with red eyes. He was floating in a new place, he saw Alex and Emelia whom he thought had passed, but next to him floating, falling, crying.

He blinked, jumped, and gasped for air. Ran out to that hallway, between two doors, both open and saw nothing but the outside world.

That red-eyed squirrel, so common, yet so unique, followed him, until he was gone. Emptiness.