Kellyism # 1---by cloudsgrey

Kellyism # 1---by cloudsgrey
Kelly-Jean Rice

Why be so content in nature.
You let yourself be who you are and nothing more.
Growing out is better, seclusion is good,
but there are other things.

Other things, of other beings,
other things of growing nature
growing children being outgoing
like you once were as a child.

Your pasts' greyist history,
The clouds showing up accompanying
Even green and yellow persisting outside your window
And no one knows
it's always been unsaid, unjust
you've been conversational and particularly annoying
Nothing exists without it,
no people, no you, no horse shit.

It is unsaid unless it is unsaid.
You can hear the birds call
Thats all
The birds see all
Only the birds see all

lethargy

False going ons every days you do the same is wrong.
Unless you are already happy.

The burning forward
burns for a reason
not to sit you down
but to get you in a panic

Lethargy is the devil
I know it
If you have it
Tell me
For reasons i will tell you..........

Anything

Did you know what is real and growing in fear
it's in disguise behind the door beyond any day's you ever lived through any street's you've ever driven.
You've got to stop denying yourself contriving yourself the content in yourself defending yourself
Lying to yourself. Lying to everyone else.
Besides, something is right. Something. Anything. You are.
At least.

pink-purple-pink-purple NO ONE IS DEAD

Awakening is the blues.
It persists.
Rarely compromising.
Contemplating fixing.
Ease it it wont with sleeping.
Not even after death so stop trying.
So awake it is and then it starts to go.
There it is up at your door.
Nowhere standing till you reach your keys,
pet your cat, take off your first step the stoop your step.
Nothing is foreign
unless it is foreign.
The blue sky is blue and white.
Though then the horizon adds a little tinting.
Like glare or glass-like shading.
Glare of glass
-like fazing
in and out,
in and out,
dark hues of
-pink -purple
-pink -purple
-pink
-purple white blue everywhere. Feeling is necessary. Substantial sounds are feelings. Lurking feelings are everywhere. No one is dying. No one is dead.

Her sculpture

A sculpture just like the one in the mirror. It is cold. It is silent. It was never anything else, nor had she ever so slightly struck a curiosity. Time was present with experience with one eye clenched opposite a fist. One day. One day. The highway will one day go forward forever toward her destiny. With fire exploding. With desire burning. Facades reality.

Meteor that lasts forever

I love you thou, and so many terrible things couldn't describe the happy pain you put me in. Nothing seems what it seems anymore the thick blood runs smooth and free now through my heart. How could the world make you with me inside the same city? Take a meteor shower bring it back, then back again , and back again, and tear it up, burn it. Then a calm. A foreverness...

Thirty one-lyrics

Punctured flashbacks. A cruel moment in time. Paralized reactions. No satisfaction. Panic Attack. Maybe you didn't notice. But I want to live. I think it's the anti depressents, so I don't take them. I roll a joint. Put on my favorite record. Mellow out. Take a look back in depth and figure it out.

The secret mystery of sleep

The secret mystery of sleep. For my nephew Logan

It wasn't perfect ever. And it very well could be. Very well may be. And everyday ahead of today, not yesterday or two days ago, but tomorrow and the next day forward can be perfect or horrible. And sometimes it's not up to you. Something can happen out of the blue, anything at all, and just when thing's are going good, smooth, perfect, WHAM! Something bad bang's on your door... But guess what!? The bad it will not last! Because Today is designed to come to an end, and your bed is designed for your mind to make thing's magical happen. A some kind of Dreamland....

But OH NO! Nightmares! You wake up in a panic. Mommy, Daddy's bed sound's safe...But WAIT! WAIT! Don't Go! Stay! Stay here! Stay here! Don't go! Stay in your room don't go out that door! Because if you do you may never know what could happen! You might miss the next dreamiest mystery that awaits your mind when you lie back and close down your eye lid's. Because when you go back to sleep, your dream changes completely into something amazing!

Anything can happen now! Anything you imagine! Your dreams lie within you, in your own bed, not mommy and daddy's. You keep yours safe with you, a secret kind of mystery. Your dreams are designed in your mind and are your specialty. Today is designed to end, your bed is designed for that to happen,your dreams are there to pull you through thing's, all while during the sun and moon's rotation's, and will make you grow big in the end, strong, and smart. Your dreams are a secret mystery which are the key to yourself....

Goodnight.......

time awaits me

Little pieces of wood sunk deep in my skin moving around being like this. Humanize me. Put me in a movie. Dehumanize me. Put me in a movie. Heading home. Alone. They were lame. I knew it. Didn't want to go. Canvas waiting. Prepped. Ready to go. Cloudless yet cloudy. Burnt umber at the moon wanting waiting to turn rusty. Clear gaps awaiting your time. Your time

Zenith as me

I listen intently
with different
instructions
facing the wall
with no instructions.
Denying the world
one too many times.
Facing the world
one too many times.
going at it again.
Doing this again.
But then again
it is different isn't it.
Straight I walk
the path is not.
It is frantic
I am going
at it steady.
Smoking.
Hand in my coat pocket.
Hear my heart beat
my foot steps calling.
straight i am going.
Straight the pumping takes me.
That is all it ever is ever should be.