Drowning in the ocean of life for swimming has no worth
I’d kick to float or maybe Bob, for in death there’s no mirth.
But when you find the boats are full or only for the work,
Or therein look to coast along just pleading searching to the clerk.
But clerks and knowledge won’t be found on these seas we ride.
I just don’t know what else to find in waters I just can’t abide.
The filth of feud from everywhere makes every face seem a foe.
The pictures that we see these days aren’t made to help us flow.
Music doesn’t feel the same it’s forced and fake and bland.
And food becomes the same old mush and soon we’re eating sand.
My hope for things will never die but I know that it’s grown thin.
But who would care what things I feel I write things hoping for gin.

Darkness seethes and there I sink into its deep abyss,
This place of cold and bitter black will wrap me in its kiss.
Here is where I find my peace, where chaos knows no ends,
And as I sit here shivering I ponder about my friends.
The peace I plead they have in them is all I want outside,
For here where it’s dark the news is not in this, the place I hide.
I carry on in worlds I’ve known and visit again and again.
Each one is a home and I visit them all for peace I cannot gain.
I search in my hole for spirit or joy, but none is here to be found.
All that I have in the dark of this place in an endless walkable ground.
But when walking’s a task and you need a new stick that’s not like to be.
So reading sad stories and hearing sad songs are the only things left for me.-DJS

Simplicity is best is what they’ve always said to me

But what then do we do when simple is not how we see

When we can’t force things into a mold that fits a simple way

When things just get so turbulent there’s nothing I can say

My need for complications stand and often tear me down

The mind may not comprehend my needs but still I’m forced to drown

Yet still I strive to finish what I’ve started here the incoherent dream

For dreaming’s how I’ve lived my life and its made the me I seem.

When dreaming’s all that gets you by and then you skip a beat

You’ll often stumble, wreck, or cry, and then end up in those streets.

The streets you sled away from years ago, the ones that drag you down.

The streets that made the dreaming real, and forced you to lose the frown.

So dream again and make them real and never leave her behind.

For dreams are not complete for you unless she’s there in kind

Lay me down to sleep, I try, but always lie awake
It’s empty in the place beside and this I can’t quite take
I always seem to reach for you when I’m just barely there
Hoping just to feel your warmth or touch your silky hair
Yet emptiness is all I find, a gravitational breeze,
And every time my hand comes back I beg the nothing please:
Please go back and come back full and warm with what I lost.
But nothing’s not known for answering no matter how it’s tossed.