Continuous Relapse

12.3.11
9pm

delightful good days
evaporate my fears and condensate wisdom
and with my tear drops, fill them
until they overflow
writing cliche messages in calligraphy against my heart
as art, a public gallery for you in me, although apart
inspired by laughter, photographic memory capture
wash my sorrows and polish wonder
provoked by smiles,free flowing sweet motives
under my free spirit, you'll find pure desires
replenish my identity-reiterating beautiful tranquil memories
then, dark clouds in spring time
desperately searching,lonely state of mind
while i find confusion-mirages, illusions
what am i to do, who am i trust, what am i to believe is true
am i wrong or am i a seed that grew and continued to bloom
whose standards shall i measure up to
lost in the desert blindfolded, guided by evil
nomadic no-no's i shouldn't live by
here i stand, alone watching myself cry
positive thoughts dry
honesty lies, grey skies
and looking up as doves fly i see my dreams waving goodbye