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Apollo Hayden Jun 2020
Watching the waves come in.
Feeling the wind blow over my skin
as the sun sits high in the sky and clouds roll by, just trying to stay connected.

So many dimensions, so much going on. Just trying to remain calm and keep my eyes wide, to keep from being pulled under and drowned by the high tide of the current tensions and emotions.

To be detached and not react, they'll say that you must not care.
It's such a balancing act so I do my best to pick and choose my words with care.
In the end it's all spiritual.
Trapped in this temporary physical skin, still I must be aware because they never fail to forget in letting you know of which body you reside in.
So it's a balance
of speaking up and traveling in and out of worlds,
all while trying to keep my feet planted so that I don't lose my mind.
So I find solace in the wind that blows over my skin, and within these rays of sunshine.
Apollo Hayden Dec 2016
These scales always tipping,
this mind always spinning...
Oh slow me down, slow me down;
insane, yet I am sound.
Momma never knew how deep it could get when she placed her son right near the sun;
the kids used to call me a rocketship.
"Apollo 13! Apollo 13!" Now I'm beginning to figure out what all of this means.
I'm light years away suspended in space, wondering if they'll ever come and meet with me.

Oh, but it's much more than that. With this lyre attached to my back and music in my heart, I give you songs of poetry straight from the stars of Libra.
Can you see the constellation?
This October soul gets in touch through the element but I'm no prince of the air;
learning to use discernment with these gifts I've been given, I am very much aware.
Nobody can tell me who I am, only experience can wake me up to searching...
That's why I have gone beyond the sky a long time ago and haven't come down yet.
Way over their heads I am floating...

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