The Water Blues

That Drown

May a dream float in my canyon of hope,
Does it live on the outside of my door,
Will I open and the rain will pour,
Will I see happiness in my locket,
Or was it thrown to a passer,
The drowning will carry me home,
To where the hast of hope will rasper,
And no one,
No one will know I was here,
No one will know I had fear,
The waves will carry me away,
To the time I had dreams...to that day,
My tears will pour down,
It will be then,
That I will finally drown.

I Feel Hue

The essence there after,
is it there? It surely is,
It takes me to a place I knew,
The place I wanted to pursue,
My hearts desire to sleep,
My puddles shallow to grasp deep,
The pressures surround me,
My vision blurred, Now is easily to see,
I should have easily concurred,
That it is here that I am,
In my most eloquent,
My most dissent,
I live in the finding hue,
Of the essence blue.

My Thoughts:

I wonder when the time is that we feel pressured in life. It feels so much like someone giving you the weight of the world to take care of. No help..just you. It sometimes feels like you would rather feel the pressure of the ocean around your lungs. Rather then to feel the pressures of everyday.

Short Poem:

In Heal High

The counting I leave,
The prevail I heave,
The water heals high,
My weight of my head lies,
My hands set,
I let the water met.May the waters reap you gone.