Need one of these every once in a while

[IJesusChrist]

here's just a free write, no prethought.

So you believe in entity?
Well I believe in sound.
So you believe in mentally?
Well I believe in sound.

Explain your backward,
I'll explain my front.
Let it be known to you
How I am here.

A wave, a sea,
Your irony.
It congeals its mass
And sets its mast.

Sailing to my island,
Grab my relief.
Take what you can,
View my deceit.

A cape of gold,
A shadow in hand,
A cat walks the plank,
And you grab for that filter pan.

Climb this mountain,
And I'll let you see.
Everything that once was,
Dieing of irony.

The end will be a level plane
No up, no down, and all around,

It may have designed your view
To see that I am you,
But let it be grace
Upon your wicked face

That all is going to bliss,
In the plane, at the end of this.
The fuzz and warmth,
The happy and glad.

You will see,
No irony.

 

[IJesusChrist]

Sweeping up the dust, your spinning broom full at hand.
The sparkles from the sun illuminating your room, the dust making balls of envy, glowing towards your ceiling.
Grasping your home within your head, you open the doors and let is spread.
Your safety and convergence have become warm and pleasant and you drift away from your fears.
A smile so wide, a grin from within, a chuckle that bellows from the deep
The feeling of bliss and all your woes are amiss upon standing in your carpeted floor.
Melting into the fibers, your face peeping under the couch, you see the waves from afar.
Their crests so great and white like that of snow, crushing and pounding the shore.
You set your sail and grab your ale and begin your trip to the moon.
Flying and blue with a pinkish hue, the whales are guiding your view.
Your trust has climaxed and you decide to never go back, and pursue your wanting too.
The friends of never-end and life once begun has elevated to the news,
A face full of tears, and a whimper to your ear, you cry from the bliss you knew.
Destination met, your mind as your pet, an infinity has just begun.
You grab your broom, and sweep your room, and watch that growing sun.