A Tour Through To The Ocean Floor

A tour through to the ocean floor
the tastes of salt and seaweed

some rays getting through
others still on the way down

little specks of sea dust
moving about like one massive pendulum

I can feel the cold
coming up my feet.

Order of the Day

A word for the day; 

A word for the beat,

A word for the lights,

a word instead of melancholy

...hopefully.

The Lily

Placed in a public space
With all the ambience of green sound
As well as plastic
And loud walks and talks.
Amidst sterile walls
Between the towering columns
Right besides the front desk
Down by the floor

there lies The Lily.

A Constant Snoring

A constant snoring
Bitter, bleak and irritating
Searching for a moment of silence
from all the pesky noises
all of the duties around the corner
even the cycle of food and sleep

We're told we just have to work hard
and someday we (might) will get to lay in the hay
But old-man-millionaire once asked a local fisherman
why he was just lying on the beach
why he wasn't fishing to then later relax.

After the Rest

Unfortunately it is phisically impossible to live in the present
light, sound and perception happen at certain speeds
but do not let that stop you
it does not stop me
at least right now

lI will have forgotten in a little while
after the dinner
after the rest
when I'm relaxed
confident that
this might go on

One-Thousand Milliseconds at a Time

Tick tock tick tock
time is running away from you
one-thousand milliseconds at a time
hurry for the door
don't stop and think
be here then and there now
stomach aches from stress
make me want to fall a sleep
and not wake up
until I am in Bagdad again.