Flying Man-Eating Oranges

Up in the air
Flying in despair
With some blur of orangeish glow
are where the flying man-eating oranges flow

They dive into bakeries
And eat all the employees
They bullet into Ranches
And slurp up all the horses

Why the flying man-eating oranges do this
We know not, it is only a bliss
But what we do know is 
That if we do not run from these creatures of the acrocyanosis
We will surely be spat at with their orange utensils of doom 
And will drown in their moist delicious juices created for a boom

Boulivard of "Broken"? Dreams

I walk Alone, I walk Alone

The Summer day has turned to a Winter night

The feeling I get is a rush of dry happiness turned into cold dampness that creates more sorrow

The sidewalk where I drag my feet is like black tar, trying to pull me back to my problems
I see light fading away while darkness closes in on me
It is like a blanket that gives no warmth
I am trying to reach out to anything that could be around me
But the blanket is constricting me from moving at all
My anxiety level is rising, now I am starting to shake
Sweaty blood running down my face, I only shut my eyes
Something jabs me
It feels like it's going to split me in two
But then the blanet of darkness cracks and I am free!
I open my eyes to see a hand reaching out to me
I raise my hand weakly to grab onto the opposing hand
I soon feel strong and refreshed and I am not alone
I am not alone

Now we walk together, we walk together

Not Enough Time to Rest

The wind brushing against my face

The grass sliding across my arms and legs

The sky is overcast with dark friendly clouds hovering above me

Misty raindrops start to crawl around and into my body

And soon my mind is clear of all thoughts

From a far I can hear soccer balls being kicked

I can hear birds flapping their wings from tree to tree

And bikes being peddled on the pavement

I can feel the ground becoming wet and moist

The wind now making everything chilly

I get up and hear a song start up

It sings of how great it is living in this lifetime

I bring out my arms reaching out into no where

And I start to circle... circle... and circle some more
I lift my head up to the sky
And the drops of downpour light up my face
They run down my smile
Ready to encircle me in the blessing from above

The Life of the Lovely Flower

I'm standing? Laying? Rooted? On this pile of soil
The earth under me is soft like I am floating on clumps of cloud, maybe rocky in a place or two
The air is so clear, I can smell my neighbor's aroma spinning close to me
The sky is light blue, with only a couple white clouds soaring above me
The sun is bursting and throwing it's warmth around me, hugging me so that I do not go cold

The day is long... But in a peaceful way

I see birds fly
I hear Bees buzz by
I can feel deer running near me without a reply
Life is simple
Until I have to make a decision
I am picked from the soft and rocky earth
A whisper comes from above me
She Loves me... She loves me not
I feel rough stumps pulling at me
My body becoming free
I float away into the wind
Into all sorts of directions
Leading into the forest? The sea? A field?
Now I lay here... So itchy, wet, and comforted
Ready for a new adventure

I Believe

I can do this

I believe
It is not much to handle
I believe
I would like to go back
I believe
There are some things left behind
I believe
There are challenges
I believe
I can beat them
I believe
I am not alone
I believe
There are things I can let go
I believe
People do understand
I believe
People may lie
I believe
Others do not
I believe
There is an answer
I believe
I can escape
I believe
I can be healed
I believe
I am a child of God 

I'm Thinking About You

I'm thinking about you
I'm thinking about you like the morning sun thinks about reaching the high noon sky
Like a child thinks about getting that one peice of candy behind the candy store window
Like a singer thinks about reaching those high notes he has to reach to be able to sing his song
Like a drowning person thinks about thinking about how he wishes to take another breath on this world
I'm thinking about you like how the afternoon sun thinks about being able to setbehind the mountains in the evening
Like a guitar waiting to be played on stage with his fellow instruments
Like an ant-eatter dreams of eatting ants every night
Like your how your mom thinks about which chores to give you once you get home
I'm thinking of you like how the setting sun lowers behind the mountains waiting for the new day to come 
I'm thinking about you because I want to think about you

Direct Orders

You are under direct orders to rock the cow out!

Rock out like you just met your hero and he gave you the chance to become just like him
Like you escaped from death and you chose to become a god instead
Like you just ended your last day of school, and you never have to go back
Like you have been set free of cancer and you were given all the pineapple in the world to eat
Rock out like you were about to go to prison and then your lawyer busted you out with the power of speech
Like you obtained intense guitar skills and you started to shred on the strings of the musical box
Like you went into the future and gained all the knowledge needed to take over the world
Like you are dancing in the rain covered in moist loving arms of happiness
Rock out like you just finished a master piece and sold the art work for $1,000,000,000.00
Like you found the buried treasure of Brick Trout and overcame his forbidden curse
Like you solved an unsolvable mystery and gained timeless fame from it
Like you found the cure for cancer and gave immortality to everyone
Like you were just given your last meal and your are about to get the death sentence the next day
Rock out like this is the last line and you are about to leave class knowing you have achieved your goal