something's brewing

the world's a flutter
my words melt like butter
on freshly cooked pancakes

you wear your transparency
as if it were Clark's cape
but like Lex, i have the kryptonite

there's a storm headed to town
you better buckle down
we could reach a category 5

I've drawn a line in the sand
i'm about to begin
and there's no telling where i'll go

And so they say
the song remains the same
unless you break the mold

So i've started to chip away
and there's no telling how long it will take
but i'm steadily working through

Now through the cracks shines a glimmer of light
and hopefully i get there sooner then later
but it's a tad more of a tight rope walk
when you're working from the inside out

musings from my mind

I am derived from dreams unrealized
where formalities and idiosyncrasies align
and yet not just within the universe
but far beyond the wildest of dreams

My soul is an ever expanding ocean of experiences
and my livelihood is comprised of sarcastic quips
and teetering visions of insanity inside the corners of my mind
and yet i make no apologies
for the continual circumstances i find myself misplaced in

My heart is more then a muscle
or something monitored by man's machines
it could place first in the strongman
and still not need a moments rest
before it supplied the sensation of when i see those faces

How tragic my Ophelia-esque existence proclaims to be
until i capture and bottle its sensationalism
and recite it to the masses like Hamlet's final act
with the feverish pitter patter on keys of white and back
while ironically living in the world of Grey
with technicolor moments sporadically placed throughout

Sunsets provide the calm before the storm
and then it all goes back to the beginning
and the dreams which i've been chasing play out
like epic movie moments with the music cued right on time

But i awake, always
just before the credits roll
and the issue is resolved
and i never get to see how it would end
in my world

Then again to see its ending wouldn't allow
for the circumstantial and perennial guessing games that follow
the dicing and mincing of symbolism
so much so that Shakespeare himself can not be quelled of his anger
and sheer disappointment for not always taking things at face value

So i will continue along my forsaken path
having been derived of dreams unrealized
with the understanding that one day
there will come a spot of time
where it will all align for me
where it will all culminate and make sense

But when that day comes its issuance of finality
will be far too bitter sweet
as the victorious emotional benefit will only be present
mere moments before my utter demise.