Tidal Pool

i will dive into your burgundy tidal pool
to see how warm the water is
to let it's waves wash over my head
and fall victim to it's crash as it hits my body.
i will dive in and explore to see how deep the waters run
to see how far down we lose the rays of setting suns
but i find your warmth to continue for never ending miles
so i float with ease in your current
to be washed over and over and over again.

second letter.

I'll be the one
to touch the emptiness inside your heart
it, which seem a chimera
full of unattainable space
as you say you can set me free
if movement could talk
all you have done is sung
your jerking, unsuspecting yet uninhibited movements
owe me the pleasure of vision
let me become the one who can grab hold
treat me to it, king.

take a moment.

Time to write something new,
something fresh, yes!
The last few have been slightly sad
a little depressing I guess.
So I'm working on that moment
living in the now and how I feel about what is and is not real
deciding to take it a step at a time
and see what is walked form a squiggly line.
Perhaps head back to that dream world that I'd thought of leaving
but maybe this time it can be mixture...
So when I look at trees I can picture them as blue instead of green
and my life can be somewhere in between
in between the normal state where I thought I should be
and the state that defines what I like to see
because there is really only one life to live
I know that
I know that I should be living for just me
and your life for just you;
sometimes that can seem so hard to do.
I know everyone finds things just as confusing as I
but let's decide to go places, just do it, let's try!
Goal for me today and every day
maybe to just sit and let it be- just that way
not worry about what can go wrong
take a moment and accept however you belong.

Network

It is strange when I find myself looking into the lives of people
I've never even met.

It is weird when I have the urge to explore lives I have never
dreamt of knowing.

It is curious the way in which lives are made accessible and
thus I take full advantage of eating it all up.

Rarely do I see anything new or exciting yet there I am, being shown the same things
but in different ways each time.

World

I have figured out now that my head has been kept
up in the clouds
-yes
the pink and purple clouds
where life passes as a dream
and things are exactly what they seem
what happens is this:
we fly around with gorgeous wings
and everyone has a heart that sings
when you grow tired of this
then you write prose
and the verse is so beautiful
that it moves all souls
things happen in the moment here
because above the clouds is always clear
isn't that so?
Well no.
even though I have travelled far
experiences seem to burn away like glowing stars
I wake up one day
and things are different then what they had been
I think I may be falling through the center of the clouds now
and I always imagined this as an incredible world
but as I found out on my first plane ride
it is far different once you are finally inside.

Movement as Avoidance.

Movement, the perfect form of avoidance
Used to avoid emotion
To prevent devotion
To rid yourself of thought
To avoid getting caught
To find a distraction
From the everyday action
It is a fake form of release
To believe you're at peace
But if you stop for a moment
And sit in a chair
Look forward and stare
You will be surprised with what can arise.
Emotions will flood
May curdle your blood
But this is the real
What you can finally feel
To accept this state
Is an inevitable mate
So thrive for the slow
Stop to breathe then let go.

First one.

If I were frog and you were a bee
I'd climb up each flower in search of thee
I'd hope on your back to go for a ride
You'd show me the world, I'd stay by your side
And though I'd feel slimy and green
You'd reveal the princess I'd always been
We would love each other through water and air
You'd make me honey to show you care
So if I were a frog and you were a bee
You'd fly me away and we would be free

Insomnia

Long twisted nights came together through open gates
It was as they collided that a flood of relief came falling down
Down without making a sound
It was only a feeling felt
The feeling of floating
That hovered over and then fell
And as it touched the non-sleepers
They found a slumber, as it had risen to tell
Speaking to them of dreams they had never received
And they accepted the whispers with ears too overly keen

Golden River

Melted hearts are combined into one current
Which flows into the river, dusted with a golden wash.
Stronger the current's flow, stronger each heart's glow.
For as each heart is touched with a love so deep
It is stolen from the original soul to be collected
For the golden river where only angels can weep.

Wisdom

I heard of wisdom this morning
On the radio
Each time I look at my hands they look older
New spots and lines that were not apparent
Prior to this day
But I know that with age comes wisdom
And with wisdom comes comfort
And with comfort comes serenity
But I know that I do not yet have age
And thus no wisdom, comfort or serenity
But that will come...

How Rainbows are Made.

I met a talented little girl today

Who showed me how to blow heart shaped bubbles.

She won this bubble maker in a dance competition

And when she blew the first oily heart

It came out a bright and dazzling pink.

Every bubble since then has been a different color.

They come in all shades but the sizes stays the same - 

A perfect three-dimensional heart.

They are beautiful and strong

And she can look through each one to see the world

Depicted in varying colors. 

She finds that when she is in the most blissful of moods

Her hearts will come out in a wide range of colors

Then off to the sky, each bubble goes

To form the most stunning of rainbows.

Living at Night

The darkness has become a pastime of mine
A time of silence externally
With a constant dialogue internally
Contrasts of dark and light
How to spend a night
Films of lives playing on repeat
But they are the same people
The same situations
Like a record skipping
With the same lines playing
Over and Over and Over again
Night now a modern day
The difference is in a mind
With a quiet I cannot find

Grow old.

Life started while swimming through burning rays
with personal blitz.
Then as I ran through storms I found this place
where blue lights dance off winter's glitz.
Here whispering winds blew secrets in my ears
and warm hands soothed away all of my fears.
When cold days turned to colder nights
it was song that made the stars burn bright.
And as the last ringing note touched my fading heart
I fell into a mist for the freshest of starts.

Inferno

I believe that I have seen
hell being guarded by
two chubby toddlers;
one boy, and one girl
each with a plastic sword;
though from a distance
we are not aware of the plasticity-
but who would let a toddler
hold a real sword?

Let it fall

They say when it rains it pours
Yes, this is what I've been told
That slowly events will unfold
One dark day
Can start a slow drop
Then with another
Comes the next plop
And before you know it
You are drenched in a storm
'Rain drops that keep falling on your head'
But eyes should not be easily turned red
Dare to explore
Through a rain's storm
Run outside when it pours
Let it fall on your head
Because I've also been told
That after a storm
Comes the sun
And it burns brighter if you've refused to run.

Air.

I have forgotten about you
On more than one occasion
I am sorry for that.
I have lived with you
Spent days and nights and afternoons
Never, have you left my side
The most faithful companion
You are.
You with me
Me with you.
Yet I forget
I am sorry for that.

Jane (The Children's Story)

Needing to refresh?
Take a load off your chest?
Well so did Jane
She needed a rest
So she put on a hornet's nest
Why? You ask
Well no one really understood Jane
She was known to the other children as somewhat insane

So the story goes on...

She put this nest on her head when she was upset
She would walk around and refuse to be fed
But the thing is, the longer this went on,
The angrier she became
And soon enough it was her nest of shame

She thought the hornets would listen to her thoughts
But they cared not
They stung her again and again
Yet still she refused, she also cared not
Days passed, to her parents' dismay
Until one day there was a tap on her hornet's nest door
A little boy, she'd always thought of as a bore
She couldn't see him of course but she knew his shoes
She'd noticed them in class as her eyes had fallen right before her daily snooze

He quietly inquired about her nest:
Jane, do you not find this quite the pest?
She shook her head, no.
He asked another question:
Do you not miss the sun's light?
Of course, she missed this sight
but not enough to give up this fight!
Well then, he proposed, what about flying your kite?
Oh fine, yes of course I know you are right
I do miss my kite and I do miss the light
But I just cannot give up this fight
I have become such a fright
My face is covered in bites
And my shame has grown so strong
So I know I just do not belong.

How wrong you are, he replied
I know under that nest you are still you
I think you are beautiful through and through
No matter the stings, those silly things
forget the blame
You should not hide when you need to refresh dear Jane
Talk it out, don't just pout
I can promise that I will be there to talk
Or go for a walk
Believe me Jane
I would do that for you

She had never thought of this
Of talking instead of hiding when she needed to refresh
And take the load off her chest
She didn't know this boy cared
She always thought he'd seemed so scared
He never had talked to her prior to this
Yet here he was...

But we all know surprises can sometimes catch you off guard
And this boy was playing exactly the right card

In the end,
She dropped the nest
Her face covered in bumps
But the boy saw none of the lumps
He felt only his heart beating hard in his chest
He saw Jane and she saw him
She learned to talk
And he took her for a walk

They lived happily ever after.