The Unconsciousness

Imagine a world with a yellow sky,
And purple seas of grass.
With plants of teal and trees of steel,
I spy a mountain made of brass.

Water in rivers is, in fact, blue,
The wind in the air is, Oh! so cool.
The sand on the beach smells like the pool,
And the night and day have no moral, no rule.

The cloud of dust rising mightily high,
It's so very pink, it feels like a lie.
Inhaling it would completely fill you with glee,
And the place of true happiness, it will make you see.

Confused about what it is I see,
My mind is under lock-and-key,
There's something here that I have to be,
And go beyond, go beyond of me.

Then the dream just fell apart,
And conscious were my mind and heart,
And that's when I knew, the fire in my mind's eye,
Were the actions of that lullaby...

                                         - ASK

My Nana... (Granddad)

To the world's greatest grandfather in the world... Happy Birthday!

My Nana is someone who loves to tell stories. He makes us laugh. He makes us eat. And He always makes me want to go on. He's always wanting everyone to be happy. So here's a short poetry for you, Nana / Joker / Santa Claus and everything you have been to me...

"To Learn to be so Sweet and Kind,
And always be just two steps behind.
To be so Happy and always Smile,
And for someone, go that extra mile.
To learn to laugh, and learn to live,
You taught me how to always give..."

Thank you, Nana!
And may you Always and Forever Smile...

Rockstar Shades

And he gets up in the morning,
With a Devil's stare,
With a Mind full of hope,
though, he knows nothing's fair.

Then he goes skipping to the bathroom,
just to make his hair,
He neither asked for any help,
nor sent up any flare.

He's just a Rockstar, on his own,
No future too unknown,
The past - you gotta let it go,
And the fact is, there's nothing that we know.

Then he gets into his Limo,
and makes the crowd aware,
Not like the general audience,
who just don't care.

Although, his ROCKSTAR SHADES,
he does wear,
You have to look beyond,
to compare.

Now he's got those Rockstar Shades, on his eyes,
No need for any sacrifice,
Although every handful has a price,
And may the lords above, roll the dice...                        

                                 - ASK