Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts

Days passing, sing a splendiferous tune,
Then comes a sort of incandescent moon
Rays of disarray fading into obscurity
For we, are protected by Gods eternal security

So lay back on a sunny day, chilling in the breeze,
Songs of a listless tune we love to sing,
In a hammock, laid up all day in the shade…
This would be the perfect day

Toes in a cool creek, on a warm summers eve
A pole in the air, thinking on things I believe
My mom on the porch yelling, “look out for snakes”
I will mom, just chill out, for goodness sakes

I’ll always look back upon days like those,
Or, days looking upon a beautiful red rose,
Mom always taught me to appreciate the small things
Loving each way nature seems to sing

This world is a gift, if we treat it with respect
Not complaining about things we didn’t expect
Live each day as if it may be your last
Each moment build upon your own past

She stands in a field of roses
Endowed with rays of guiding light
Helping us fulfill our purpose
And showing us how to live our life

Her legs, never weary stand true
Her eyes, not free of pain
In times that I feel, I can’t make it through
She walks with me through the day

God, without a doubt, is her way
She gives thanks, for a purpose
She shall all dance in Heaven one day
As a reward for her service

She is the reason, for all our goodness
For, she taught us right from wrong
A true rose bush in all its fullness
An inspiration for Godly songs

Like a cool evening breeze, we listlessly flow
A dream unto a dreamer, for all we know
Salvation sings of a disconnected tune
As an infinite realm of thought ensues

Hollowed eyes, a pathway to the broken
Tears scream of the words I’ve never spoken
Enslaved humanity crumbles in our hand
Then slips through reality’s fingers, like sand

Tomorrow won’t come, if we are set in our ways
Into a never ending dream, as it comes in waves
A vague expression, to show discontent
An eternity, it seems, until final ascent

Till then we sing, and raise our glasses
Taking a seat while each day passes
Onto another like the days we know
Then fall into sleep, ever so slow