Walking around my Good intentions

Cigarette smoke.
Crisp Cool Breath
The Unforgotten scent and effect of a lover
Wandering thoughts...off on a midnight blue sky

Where did the time go
How did this all change so
...miraculously without me knowing
In the dead of Night, still I am waiting for dawn

Yet I never want this to end...this...dream...
But yet, solid sincere reality...
Has me fighting against a strange concept...
One I forget to realize is the netting between the difference

Holding on for the dearest of time
has me off in a Trance..of the yet unknown
The purgatory state, between the living and the imagination
as no one else has seen, in this segment

The sharp hisses of the opposition,
one for a another, but not for me, fighting for truth.. both
on these dead streets, and in my head
rise up for desperate pleas to surrender

Surrender to What? i cry...always
Screaming for answers, dying for serenity
It rises and falls, ===
=== always catching by surprise
the next wandering thought;

...:::Flying by a starry eyed night:::....
-----lost in translation, between developing concepts
and balancing the existing sub-conscious
Tripping and stumbling through existence
~!~
As the voices come nearer, we dip deeper...
More thoughtfully more truthfully in once ourselves
they call society, to critic and to acclaim them once lost
We were all once lost too...as we say good-bye
<>
The wind flies furiously past my reality
...breaching the smoke, and dissolving the shade of misery
Falling upon a dead weight, i thought--my death do i part
But yet i cannot persue and accept the weak of what i once...


< Still faltering after all these years
----->>> Tumbling and stalking forward
in ^the^ rhythm^ of^ the^ external ^beat...

Completely overcoming the still life
of the known daylight, of what seems dusk
-------
Still wondering, still altering and finally dreaming
Into that once again trance state

Wanting to escape, wanting to be free
But not knowing a soul on the outside
Not knowing existence beyond what matters
The heart, and the mind, the trance

As my grasp weakens, undone on the hold

of inner peace and security, falling
away yet not so peacefully, but struggling to stay lit
In the dusk of this long winters night

My cigarette smoke drifting away slowly
The clean, white smoke, exhaled gently::::;;....
Fosters what lies within my own shell:::::^'''''
And the depth of what i can only wish

11.04.08-J.Haynes