Four Elements

The intensity of these dreams

are too much to see

and the processing of them causes me to bleed

through my eyes I do not see an ending to these planes

of existence

I have been here before

and I have seen the world between

the things seen

and contemplated

If only there were ways of being

that would allow the sands to stay

and the water to not trickle out of your hands

and we could breath the sweet smells of the sea

the plans made

laid down by the world of gray

and the people gone before

which claim they have a bond stronger than water

to our veins

The bleakness of this being

is hard to see

and fantom as you must

to understand the realism in trusting nature

no one will believe that the genuine can be a ravine 

of serene peace that lives and breaths

please don't mark on me

the pains that you have come to be

and allow the love to flow freely 

to be relieved from the pressure

If only there were ways of being

that would allow the winds to change

and blow away the pain

that we all feel inside each day

for not living our dreams and the life we seek

but rather to be 

on an empty scene

Alas go poor soul and forget 

reminiscing on the things that have yet

to be

and will never materialize 

in this life or the next

Forgive me for being so syndical

but the life I lead

is far from the one you see

I live in the stars, and in the sea

The winds and the trees

that set fire to your soul 

and burn down everything undesirable.