More is always more, never less!

A new journey has arrived for me,
An opportunity,
To explore…

A rounded room with rounded walls reflecting light,
It’s surrounding us all.
I take a second to collect my mind,
Four doors built into the walls…

Thinking thinking “which door?”
My eyes are blinking
But I just can’t stop thinking.

“one, two, three four, “one, two, three, four,
labels on the door.” wonder whats behind each door?”

A key on the floor,
But for which door?
Door one: “The wise queen.” “The intelligent queen.”
Door two: “The guys’ queen.” “The queen of passion.”
Door three: “The eyes’ queen.” “The queen of hearts.”
Door four: “The suprise queen.” “The joker queen.”
Key in hand, no time to plan,
Just put the key in, turn,
Don’t blink…

A wonderful world awaits inside.

-Part 2-

The door opens to a hall,
Full of sophistication,
Deserving of one’s admiration,
Free and clear from desolation,
Items upon the wall proving dedication,
Walking down the hall for a destination,
Continue to walk in anticipation…

“This hall’s full of culture and grandeur,
from the slick, shiny granite floor,
to the walls covered in art, light and luster.
The only thing this hall lacks is a heavenly body,
A star.”

Silver, gold, copper, bronze,
Slate, granite, clay and pastel.
Works of oil as well.

“This hall radiates class, beauty and depth.
From each sculpture to those granite steps.
A room of such grandiose could have only one maker,
The hammer of the gods.”

The end of the hall,
Another door has come.

-Part 3-

The door opens to a hall,
Full of sex appeal. “Appealing.”

This hall is filled with silk, satin, aromas.

“What is this hall? It has an aura…
Looks good, feels good, must be good to me,
Looks hot, feels hot, must be hot to me.”

Articles of clothing clutter the floor,
Garments everywhere,
Laughter fills the air, giggling, gasping…
Moaning,
Not a soul in sight,
As I wander this hall tonight.

And as I wander some more,
I find another trait to adore,
All that’s left is another heavenly body to explore,
With their bodies, they pour.

“It feels good, it is good,
But I can’t stop…”

To continue down the hall in amazement,
The end of the hall is here,
Another door has come…

-Part 4-

The door opens to a hall,
Full of writing on the wall…

“The hall of the queen of hearts,
has your heart right from the start.”

It’s etched in stone all over…

“Once there was a pair of eyes,
unbroken just like my heart.”

“Escape from this world of lies,
Your beautiful dreams,
You must close your eyes.”

“I want to be your perfect element,
I’ll be your missing piece, I’ll be your link,
I want to be your stupid love cliche.”

“I like awake watching your shoulders,
Move so softly as you breathe,
With every breath you’re growing older,
But that is fine if you’re with me.”

“The rays of dawn play on your eyelids,
A sleeping beauty dressed in sun.”

The writing comes to an end,
Just like the hall,
Another door has come.

-Part 5-

The door opens to a hall,
Fun and games clutter the hall.

Winding down and spinning around,
Wondering if I’ll hit the ground,
Round and round my head ain’t there,
But I’m having too much fun to be aware.

Laughing and cheering,
Joking and hearing,
It’s just too funny,
To be on the hall.

Can’t stop grinning,
I think the hall is gasses,
I guess it’s some practical joke,
Cause the air doesn’t make me choke.

But I can’t stop laughing,
The queen has made it hilarious,
And I don’t know how,
She’s a work of magic.

Just my luck, I’m at the end,
The end of the hall,
Another door has come.

-Part 6: The Fifth Door-

The door opens to a room,
Full of more doors?!?

The same circular room,
The same rounded walls,
The same old same old,
The potential loss of sanity.

“What is this?
I want out now!
This room of four doors,
It taunts me!”

“Five.” “What?” “Five doors. There are five doors.”
“Where is this fifth door?”
“Behind you.”

To open a door,
Unseen before,
To the unknown.

To come to a room with four doors,
And not realize at all.

“The fifth door is you.”

I opened the door,
And there was the queen.

Random connections do us best

It all wasn’t just a dream
A little more than the tadpole underwater biting the lip of the clouds above
Fog it was
Foggy it wasn’t
Having fun clearly
In the vision clear
In the air
Feeling the greens that power us sour into dreams dilluted to nightmares not even taking place at night
Quite possibly involving a knight, right?
Can’t find the light to see the door
Do we really want to find the exit after all our sunshine isn’t too sugary
The bricks that compose us all
The sticks that lead the way
The tricks that consume
Deconstruction
Recollection of the composition
In need of a tour guide to give a show to the boat that will take us across the stretch of long dusty pavement
Miles and hours stretch our tape to tree paper becoming a home wishing for undone deeds
Think progressively they say as the regression equation dominates
Take a step down not back now it’s trampled under foot because feet were too many

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You come here running a hundred miles a hour from the city,
fleeing, fleeing, fleeing, FLEETING,
Sophisticated city slicker looking for a city simpler,
running, hiding, running, hiding, ESCAPING,
Dweller in a dwelling as you’re dwelling on selling the past,
far, far, far, far, far, AWAY.

Here our guitars don’t need electricity,
Living with simple things like wood for heating,
Traveling down river with boats and anchor,
You gotta work your way up so start scraping,
No one was born here with wealth amassed,
Just working for the end-of-life buffet,
Our town lifestyle may be dated,
But that don’t mean we ain’t sophisticated.

Yeah.

The seven hands of helping reign,
First hand to console the slain,
Second hand to guide their aim,
Third hand to play the game,
Fourth hand to pleasure and tame,
Fifth hand to point the blame,
Sixth hand to put to shame,
Last hand to kill and maim.

Part 1: Healing Hand

Guarded by the holy light,
Smoke and stars the only sight,
War is fought around at night,
Why die when you can fight?

Oh, by the hand I was scarred,
By the flames their land was charred,
Take the hits and my body was marred,
Under night I was slain under stars,
The wounds will heal and my pain will scar.

Oh heavenly mistress can’t you be,
The healing light to encompass me,
Be the savior that I can see,
Healing arms to set me free.

Let us go and heal the weary,
Save us from the dark and dreary,
Heal me now so I can see clearly,
Embrace my soul oh so dearly.

Part 2: Guiding Hand

Our paths shall be revealed,
Thirsts for pain we have appealed,
Their true intentions have been concealed,
Our former actions must be repealed.

On the field with our weaponry,
To win we’ll need our mastery,
They will try to defeat the misery,
If I die please dispose of me.

We look to see the guiding light,
With an arrow we have been the sight,
Now it’s time that we dispose of this fight,
Resisting the hate and corrupting the blight.

Oh when the rocks crumble,
And with a thunder rumble,
And now the warrior mumbles,
Finally right the warrior stumbles.

Part 3: Gambling Hand

Oh by the list that’s amounting,
To hire workers for accounting,
This man’s debts are undoubting,
I bet he wishes for restarting.

To recollect these past dues,
To hunt him down, follow the clues,
When they find him, he’ll definitely lose his shoes,
A body in a bag, they wonder whose.

A man willing to put it at stake,
To lose this bet, his life would break,
To win this wager, his riches creation,
Amass the riches to create his nation.

Where to hide the riches,
The itch of greed itches,
The above plan he pitches,
To the men scarred with stitches…

Part 4: Hand of Relaxation

Here poor man, we aim to please,
We’ll give you a room on a nifty lease,
Brand new clothes without a crease,
Cleaning up your messes and their grease.

Come inside, lay down and rest your head,
Dream away your slumber in bed,
Hands of lavender heal your face of red,
A day for rest and relaxation in your head.

Part 5: Deceptive Reflection

I ask of you now,
Won’t you lend us a hand,
A deed for us we’ll allow,
But don’t ask us how.

“We need you to dispose of this land,
Do it and you’ll earn a grand.”

Deceiving now,
Reflecting how,
Contemplating how this came to be,
The one against authority,
How did this happen to me,
I wish that I could see,
Embracing this,
Disrupting bliss,
With the hands,
That are upon me,
And the pain that I failed to see,
And when it all circles back to me…

Part 6: Hand of Blame

You have become our lured jig,
New to this you’re the guinea pig,
In our plot of deception you were rigged,
Now your own grave you’ll dig.

Now we will hang you out dry,
Running away isn’t an option to try,
Scenes that will haunt you until you die,
These options fill your mind as you cry.

It’s time for the blame to be placed upon you,
When this all started you would ask “who knew?”
Away you ran until they caught you, too,
Began to boil the new hatred brew.

Part 7: Shameful Hands

Now the time has come,
And the jury selected,
Looked down upon by some,
For evil deeds done,
Man will not turn away,
Crying for your pleas,
Begging down on your knees,
Fearing your pleas rejected,
The end has come today,
You just may,
End up living,
Living in seclusion,
A world of delusion,
Filled with illusion,
Another fate objected,
Wishing for another chance giving,
Oh to no avail,
Turning pale,
You’re a man whose lost his throne,
Living in dementia on his own,
Praying to the heavenly father for a loan,
Giving up on the life with a groan,
Now your past is being reflected,
This house built by your bricks,
Crumbled back down to sticks,
World destroyed by their tricks,
It all crashes down,
With their shameful hands.

Part 8: Death By Hands

Now the time has come for revenge to run,
Rampant upon this world,

“The bastards must die,
A deadly surprise to them,
After I get out.”

Gathering our weaponry like it mattered,
Don’t see the reason for attacking,
Bullets flying and the bloodshed scattered,
Their six foot plots upon a platter.

My revenge is finally complete,
And the toll accumulates to their defeat,
And I hope history won’t repeat,
My soul is covered in concrete,
But I still feel empty…

“Savior please,
Oh won’t you cleanse me now,
And let me be free?”

Losing life by taking life,
Earning life, then losing it all again,
By taking it all away.

Part 9: I Need Freedom

Take me away from my pain,
Cleanse my soul to make me right again,
Erase my mind to forget the slain,
Sooth my body to release all my pain,
Clouding my world to drench in rain,
Flushing my life of all my evil gains.

A Healing Mistress,
Silenced all my aching pains,
Please heal me now.

A new man reborn,
On the new day that comes,
And the wish has been granted,
And the healing is done.

“At last finally,
My freedom has come today,
Salvation again.”

Here’s another.

Part I: Distaste For Color

An empty heart,
Free from distress,
A brand new start,
Brand new life to worry less,
Is it a worthy life to bless,
A soul that doesn’t see a bleeding heart,
Maybe a girl in the crimson dress,
Where do we start?

Now to city, not that long ago,
Filled with people amazed by what they know,
No one ever would suggest not to go,
In this town, there lives a boy,
In this town, there lives a girl,
Perfection in mind,
Spiral in wind,
Maybe the reflection of perfection.

To wodner how they’ll handle rejection,
Wondering how to cope with deception,
Welcome to the lack of compassion,
Can they all resist corruption,
And their meaning of life,
Will they find it’s definition?

A town that reeks of positivity,
Time to cast the shadow o negativity.

Now the reaper enters this town,
The scythe spiralling down,
Poison down to the roots,
Complications to the process they shoot,
Town crumbling now,
Townsfolk wondering how,
Now it’s over now,
The poor kids are in the ground.

Part II: About A Boy

Sky blue walls surrounding,
A savings account compounding,
Posters of his favorite bands,
Plaque on the wall of his baby hands,
An antique ceiling fan spinning around,
Brown bear fur covering the ground,
Picture of his girlfriend on the desktop,
Basketball hoop out on the blacktop,
Dreaming of life when he’s older,
Dreaming of filling the head on his shoulders.

Wind flowing in his short crimson hair,
Eyes of water filling his stare,
Facial details free from worry and care,
Perfect straight teeth, through meat they’ll tear,
But he’s a vegetarian, it’s only fair,
A closet full of clothes, life full of flair,
An athletic body that cuts through air,
But an empty soul he’ll bear,
To fill it up, would he dare?

Part III: This Girl Of His

A thin busty blonde,
With kisses to put you on the ropes,
Beautiful leech upon wallet,
Hungry eyes staring into the window,
Soft warmth embracing you,
Consoling when you’re sad,
You’ll never give it up,
It’ll never slip away,
To know the other route to take,
A path travelled alone,
But never to know,
Due to her ease of pleasure,
Because,
Pleasure is good, and good is pleasure,
A stroke of genius to his spiderweb,
A gushing gyser to cleanse his head,
The matter to be decided,
Will be finished in bed.

Part IV: The Stranger Is Simply Spooky

Trench coat enters town,
Creation in hand,
Letting his long hair flow down,
His smile enticing the land,
But deep down inside,
We’re questioning him,
Enticing who?

Sensing rainbows in his footsteps,
Sensing happiness all the time,
Questioning personal sexuality,
Questioning as if his life were a crime.

What are differences seperating him,
What are flaws that make his light dim,
Looking upon as his lifestyle were grim,
Believe that his life is horror,
Just because he life isn’t for her,
Corrupting a town’s moral fabric,
Burning it down, and stitching his quilt.

The blue skies have turned to red,
Blood raining down to cover your head,
Wondering about his mom and if she’s dead.

Part V: Point Of View

“Why am I so disgusting?
Am I doing wrong?
My life is not so different,
My life is lived here.

It’s not like I chose this path,
Born with this choice and I’ll face it’s wrath,
The solution to this isn’t in any math.

I’m not wasting my time on this,
Losing some time to think about this.

I know, now I’ve got a plan,
I’ll make a believer out of this town,
I don’t wanna be evil for my life,
But I will be evil by taking theirs,
One of theirs,
Drawn out of it’s vein,
An act of blood completing.”
To lie on the floor he’s bleeding.

Not killing a soul,
But changing a mind,
Cleansing evil,
Without comitting a crime,
To find a target freely,
To change a heart by meeting,
And greeting,
Working a magic of love.

But this stranger is spooky,
His love is…complicated.

Part VI: Targeting A Heart

Watching from afar,
To find a heart, to be his star,
Change his heart, without a scar.

Open him to the views,
Horrify him with the news,
Work him over for dues,
To save his soul,
Opening his heart,
To the news of another world,
Feeling warm,
Filled with good,
Has he changed,
Wonder if he could.

Part VII: Encounter

Looking eye to eye,
Matching sigh for sigh,
Thinking of ways to just get by,
Sipping coffee they try.

Standing up to make a sound,
Second guessing by looking around,
Giving it and sitting down,
Staring at the table with its coffee grounds.

Mind is pacing quickly,
Thinking plans up swiftly,
Smirking at the table slickly,
Frowning at the coffee sickly.

Waiting for the moment to come,
Planning the way he’ll come from,
Worried he’ll have to hurt him some,

Waiting for the ideal moment…

Part VIII: Late Night Antics

The lights go out and the neon sign is lit,
“Sorry We’re Closed.” in gaseous green letters,
Hands in pockets, it’s too cold to sit,
Walking to the destination where he first met her.

A blunt shot to the head,
He’s dizzy inside,
A black curtain falls,
He can’t feel the cold outside.

Awakening,
Ropes bound his wrist,
Ankles in chains,
Thoughts of what he’s missed.

A creepy stare,
Into his eyes,
Silencing all of his silent cries,
A soothing kiss,
“What the hell?” He wonders why.
Because it was a guy.

“Use your imagination.”
Deviant mind digging deep,
To find the burried treasure,
This treasure being pleasure,
To one soul,
Through late night antics.

Part IX: The Spiral Compromise

Looking in the mirror,
Feeling tarnished,
Full of terror,
Image in the mirror vanished.

Zombie dead to the world,
Tainted teen trembling,
Staring scared so sad,
Ravaged rummaging rouge.

To come to a fork in the road,
Crossroads of decisions,
To hide in a deep dark closet,
Full of seclusion and paranoia.

Choices spinning out of control,
Decisions filling up to overflow,
Release the flood gates,
Dangle a string to decide this fate,
Running down white halls looking for escape,
Crumbling to pieces about to break.

“No more.
Pity.
Running away.
Face the mirror.
Broke the mirror.
Ignore the thoughts.
Thought about it more.
Am I aroused?
Quite possibly.
Got to tell someone.
Tell no one.
I’ll tell my parents.”

to come to a compromise,
Where the outcome isn’t wise,
Truth screaming out in cries,
Spirallin down into a world of lies.

Spiralling down into fear…

Part X: The Compromised Spiral

Reaching for the doorknob to freedom,
To walk out of a room of captivity,
To give an answer to the land,
Silencing the eager with a hand,
To raise an eyebrow unmanned.

Staring into the light,
Prepared to start this fight,
Expecting the life at night,
People thinking it’s not right,

Open eyes to the skies,
Parting lips to speak his words,
A blinding light!

The smoke clears from his eyes,
The alarm clock just went off.

Kinda like a story, but more like a poem

I – Pulling The Rabbit Out Of The Hat
Sitting at the desk listening to music,
Song stuck on repeat to analyze lyrics,
Squeezing the headphones tighter to hear the words louder,
Sounds of the world can’t enter ears covered,
Starting to understand the lyrics with each letter,
Silence hits as the song ends once more,
Skipping your thoughts as the meaning comes to be,
Staring sluggishly at the screen,
Soon thoughts of the girl come to sight,
She wasn’t the right stream of conscious,
Should have know better sooner,
So I could apologize for mistakes,
Still I put the knife in her back,
Screams of pain take form,
Solidify as emotions,
Sleep won’t be the one to fix my mistakes,
Sympathy won’t be the fix either,
Standing alone to face this…for a moment.

II – In A Moment
In a moment the world changes to reveal all the scars on peoples faces,
We stop to fix our faces to hide the world from our disgraces,
Can’t stop for a second to catch wind in our lungs,
If we stop too long we fall off the Earth.

III – In A Night Of Passion
Tossing and turning
Hot bodies are burning
Carnal lusty yearning
Desiring more…

Under covers
Doing undercover deeds
Biting lips
Covering beats our heart skips
Always wanting more…

It brings a smile to my face
To be reminded of a night at my place
Something so unknown so unusual
But comfortable and casual…

In a night of passion
It began so unexpected
Caught me off guard
Something new
But nothing hard…

Look past the smoke and mirrors
If you can see past a night of passion…

IV – Appearances
I get out of bed,
Just like you,
I put my pants on,
Just like you,
I brush my teeth,
Just like you,
I speak my words,
Just like you,
I’m just like you.

Can you find a reasoning behind your views to judge me just like you do? When I extend my hand to build a bridge that will start a bond, dare you slap it away? My loss of sleep you’ll never see, I turn my face so you never see my eyes filled with cries, are you really raised on a foundation of opposition, that I’m just a world of lies? I ask you a question to understand your appearance, only to misunderstand my clearance.

V – Fantasy World
Inside my bed as I sleep
Fantasy world alive in my head
Drifting away stepping in deep
I’m a silly little kid I know
Living in a fantasy world
Where they approach me to say hello
Escaping to take a break
From their normal boring world
I love the attention.

Images drifting to desaturation
I’ll drink down your color
All for fun
In my silly fantasy world
But if I stay too long
I’ll forget the undertow
Only to be swept back into reality again
But I love my sunshine and happiness
Here in my fantasy world

VI – Sunrises and Sunsets
Awakened by kisses of light
From the newborn day
I’m ready to sleep again
I live my life at night
I am a child of the stars
I dream of the sunset
So I can be among constellations
Head up with them
Smile like another star
Joining my eyes tonight
Look to the night sky
Another constellation
To build love upon
I dream of watching the sunrise
With you
But I really rather
Watch the sunset
While I dream the night away

VII – Associations
Paranoid at the people passing by
Playing their word association games
With my face
I see their stares
Not part of my cares
Just like wind flowing
A breeze right by
I couldn’t care more
For even a second

VIII – Looking To The Skies
“Dear God,
It’s me, Geoff,
How are you today?
I know it’s been a while,
Since we last talked.
I come to you tonight,
Not with questions,
But with thanks.
My heart is heavy,
With emotions for someone,
But I’m afraid I’m late,
That telling them how I feel,
Will go right by them,
I feel so scared God.
I think it’s my last chance,
Everytime.
God, I just don’t want to die alone.
I’m just so scared.
I’m sorry God, I’m rambling.
I thank you for keeping the cosmos in check,
Making sure the universe stays in check.
Thanks for letting me live one more day.
Thanks for listening to me God,
I love you God.

IX – I Am
I am who I am
This is my goodnight slumber
It’s all in my head

Only up to me
I must choose it for myself
And I think I have