Take I to the Other Side

On the days I don’t write.

Nothing’s right.

But everything’s fine.

Wake up with a dirty mind.

Times passed, times past, I and I have woken up last.

Read in bed.

Intently listening to nothing being said.

There’s a howl in the air.

These legs need to start feeding this wolf.

Rise from the bed.

Four doors above the ground.

Two feet on frozen floors.

I and I stay grounded in the head.

Skating beneath glass ceilings.

I and I’s goals always missing the net.

Wash away I’s feelings.

Don’t try to forget…

Forget…

Step into the temple of doom.

Turn down the lights.

Turn up the fire.

Steam fills the room.

Blood begins to boil.

Bring on the freeze!

I and I’s feet, need the soil!

Seeds of flowers.

Overwintering to bloom.

Fertilize I mind with dreams of I showers.

Times come and times gone.

Old I winter, can’t last long.

Step into the frost.

Tidy up the lines.

Sharpen I and I’s edge.

Already used blades, cut swifter, the second time around.

Smooth, like butter and shine like gold.

Unfold I Sunday clothes. 

Disrobe.

Show I scars from the times passed.

Ne’r forever meant to last.

Today is the only day.

Mirrors of I and I together…

Totems of bi-polar poles.

Walking outside middle grounds of indifference’s.

Soft materials cover up hard truths.

The eyes are deceived, but thine never lie.

Chico’s in chinos I and I see’s cities of angels.

Stepping into risks and on to danger I and I grows only stranger.

Take off the rope.

Make the jump.

Descend.

Fall.

Fall again.

Tumble down the stairs back to that rotten place.

But still…

Shine.

Shine like the gold I and I are.

Slide around in silver lined skates.

Colds never too cold for the coldest man on ice.

Skin glows at high noon with shadows low.

Stay on track.

This trains coming.

Slow.

Slow.

Burning black coal in the fires of hell.

Showering the poor in I and I’s smoke, I beg for more.

Lock thine door.

Close thine window.

Push thine pedal to the floor.

Clear, white smoke, there’s no hope in here.

Pick I up, I self.

Let I fly away.

Wash thy wounds of yesterday.

Into the world I and I go.

Out of the hell below.

Shine under thine sun.

Sifting for gold at the mouth of thine river.

Where I and I all come to feed.

Souls in need of something more.

Fisherman, without poles.

Fish, without water. 

Catching buzzes on boats floating in clouds of polluted memories…

Glory passed.

Telling taless of trails once walked through the haze.

Tall lies down on the docks.

Passing time with the tides, waiting for the ferryman to return.

Four pennies this time.

I and I’d like to turn it around.

Two to get I here.

Two to get I back.

Take I to the other side.

Ship rocking style.

Style for days.

Dreaming…

In living ways. 

Leaning now…

Towards the middle. 

It be balance I and I are searching for.

I, I, Captain.  

Lead we to the waiting sea. 

Beneath the setting sun, sail with I and I, into the fun. 

Golden ships guided by the stars above. 

Across a moonless night, flies a flaming dove. 

Sparks fall on crouching, lions manes. 

I and I. 

The dark man makes not a move. 

Seeing through thine silent night I and I and he no longer feels the screams. 

We three be free in the calm air of her chaotic sea. 

I, three’s. 

Two to look and one to see. 

I breeze at I back and I current at I side. 

I and I point our bow towards the electricity in the air. 

A silver sliver shatters the silence. 

Releases I and I’s booming roar.

The violence, hidden in I and I’s clouds. 

All hands on deck, a storm is brewing. 

Aim for I heart. 

And I only knows one way around it. 

Follow the arc of the flaming dove. 

I and I should land…

Dead center. 

A sacrifice made to calm I’s storm. 

I only for a moment. 

Hell hath no fury like I and I scorned.

Into the fray I and I go. 

Point the bow straight. 

Point the bow true. 

Let thine wind follow, let thine current pull, and thine ship be free. 

Chase the soon, setting sun out of the ever, growing darkness. 

See the see to flip the script. 

From black to yellow to green to blue. 

Disguised in I stormy eyes is an island with I beach and I hut. 

I hut made of mushrooms. 

I mushroom hut. 

Ran by I pirate I’s. 

I’s who play the funk.

I’s, one I’d  pirate I’s fake no funk.

All the feels are real here. 

Banana boat dreams and Leather-back screams. 

Split the burning the grass down, I and I step in mountains of I shit. 

I and I step on erupting volcanoes ne’r be burned by burning lava. 

Boilings baths return I to I’s I.

Thine pirate…

Returned…. 

Climb up of I hole. 

Climb out of I fire. 

Into I face, I wind blows.

Still..

I windows to I soul stay closed. 

I and I floating out of I storm. 

I and I remain I free. 

For I and I being time. 

Freedom in captivity. 

Just humans… being. 

I and I shine like gold in the pirates eye…

If only for a moments moment. 

Pauses in between common thieves. 

Crimes of time…

Love…

and destiny. 

I and I’s uncommon bond. 

 Leads to alchemy. 

Black pearls. 

Scooped from the bottoms of I and I see. 

Times grown Deep. 

The past has caught up with we. 

I and I eating I’s tail. 

Spinning tales, I and I protect precious cargo. 

Familiar pirates share in the con.

Unspoken etiquette among these. 

Approaching dark seas. 

I and I feel pressured to leave. 

Into I storm I and I flow. 

Loaded with gold, perfectly perfect, I lead with ease.  

I and I sail I stormy seas as I please. 

I donate I a bounty. 

It guarantees no safe passage. 

I and I drop bottles with messages. 

Send help.

From abroad. 

A ship wrecked at sea. 

A day began so gloriously. 

Sunken to I bottom. 

Where all the I’s told. 

Here lies all I’s treasure. 

But where is I’s gold? 

 

 

-Take I to The Other Side

1-8-2020

-The Captain.