Disillusion.

the thunderstorms cloud my mind,
the rain washing away my thoughts,
lightning blinding me from what I can see,
thunder deafening my understanding.
beige and vanilla swirl around the skies,
no flavor for those who hunger.
a drab garment hangs in the corner of the room,
threads swinging from the hem,
the color faded, desiring sequins.
a pair of awkward loafers are tucked beneath the chair
dreaming of a different life;
perhaps longing to adorn the dainty feet of an elegant lady,
finishing off the couture design of an evening gown.
the pane is fogged with the harsh breath of the world,
my hands can't even wipe away a porthole.
my feet are soaked and my trousers heavy.
I can't move.
nothing is as it should be.
everything has turned to glass.
a frozen life on the brink of destruction.

Depravity.

Why do thoughts engorge my mind and time lays still at the breath of my words?
I want to sleep but I am haunted by the beckoning of the yawning daylight.
One more moment, one more blink, one last gaze into the loneliness of a room void of life,
but full of memories before I can lay this dizzied maze in the tomb of my deadened society.
Can I shed my photographs, motion pictures, and commentaries for an hour of silence and slumber?
I plead with you to cover my eyes and shield the light
that I may rest and be revived with the awakening of tomorrow's light.

Words

There's nothing that I can use more to express myself,
than words...
even dancing is the dialogue of my soul.
Each step, each sweep of the arms
is a phrase of my heart.