We're all watching the same show with different glasses
Each pair constantly changing with the light through them passes
Born with a fresh pair, brand new,
We don't always get to choose what our glasses do
Others will bend them, straighten them,
Sometimes polish, or even break them
And once changed they can never go back
Just wabi-sabi your best to Kintsugi the crack
We'll forget that our glasses look differently,
And others might not agree with what we see
So try to try on other's glasses too,
And glimpse the world as others do
You might see a dent and say, "Hey that's like mine!
We're not so different you and I"
All seeing something different watching the same show,
We all feel the same things about the lives only we know
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 4:48 PM UTC
my dearest, today you are twenty and five
and my, how lucky we are to be alive
right now, a junction of playful health and slightly wise
loving you keeps me in constant joy and surprise
together we, two intertwined trees being one another's rains
our life a midrib of a leaf yet to grow and spread its veins
with each tear, embrace, and tender kiss
I hope you will always remember this
as long as the nettles remain on the evergreen pine
I am your Nick and you are my Dine
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 7:40 AM UTC
This here in my hands is a small stone
That I will carry on my own
Building a mountain one by one
I won't stop until it's done
Striving forward my muscles ache
What I'm building is not fake
I'm building strength, true and free
What I am building is a better me
A Me that can weather storms and loss
towards optimistic progress at whatever the cost
A hammer and chisel in my hand
From this rock I emerge a self-made man
Not just a body but more a mind
One that is powerful and fiercely kind
Focused on spreading the mindset of its fashion
Expand happiness and spread compassion
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 5:39 PM UTC
A year ago you changed your name
despite that all has felt the same
Yet I discover more as we reside
uncharted parts of you in me abide
Cherishing each pint and clinking of the glass
as eager as the first and as relished as the last
Living this life open far and wide
covering valleys and hills in handheld stride
Tender is your love my sweet sleepy one
a clear night sky with the warmth of the sun
A solace soft and steady, deep and full of wonder
gentle pouring rain with the passion of thunder
I'd ne'er have your head another place rest
than a swaddled blanket soft on my chest
to hear your breath and heartbeat trance
conduct our horizontal tranquil dance
Yet how can I express through verse and rhyme
what seems to be a disparity in time?
How did it feel, this past year together?
it felt like how it will be, forever
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 5:38 PM UTC
25
entire trips around the sun
making sense of the cents of a quarter
of years of growth and fighting fear
here's to another year
of complex thoughts and simple pleasures
finding more of myself and experiential treasures
to new all new things people and places
and never forgetting friendly faces
May I continue to realize and act on the fact
that only I'm in the way of my impact
Don't ever settle and always strive
to make things better and be alive
This life is mine to do, to create, to find the most of
because why the **** not?
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 4:55 PM UTC
Art with words
is not for the birds
if it can change a mind
to make it a little less blind
A word can refurbish a spirit
as soon as we hear it
and fill an entire nation
with hope and inspiration
Describe the beauty of dunes of sand
take a person's heart in the palm of your hands
written or read, whispered or yelled
it's not a coincidence how sword is spelled
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 5:56 PM UTC
It'll come around again soon, a harkening back to things like the moon.
Feelings in our core, a primal state, like we were before.
Not cave(wo)men or primitive society full of biblical piety,
but an advanced race with a separation between face time and a real face.
We will remember who we are. We want grass on our bare feet instead of a gas pedal in a car.
We won't waste touch on things lesser than a person we love who loves us just as much
Sounds of drums and harmonious hums will fill our ears and our eyes will cry tears to water flowers that have smells that sink to the wells of our humanity.
We will be free, from ourselves to enjoy, ourselves.
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 3:12 PM UTC
The knowledge of growing and feeling the flowing
of the ins to the outside showing, what you are.
It's enough to drive you mad hoping to make glad the hopes of your mom and dad while being your own man with a plan who along with everyone is pretending he can.
True change is subtle and I'll pose a rebuttal to any of those quick fix ****** that think life is anything but a struggle.
I constantly tell myself to take the toys of life off the shelf and be not a man but a very mature boy who enjoys life for what it is.
Insignificant in the grand scheme but significant and supreme to each individual, it can be full if you feed on the right stuff and not this materialistic fluff but relationships and love.
The taste can't be replaced it's easy to get tossed and lost in the cost of brand names and hearsay claims; you hear the heresy names shouted at you for being different.
Take time to rewind and look back at the facts that make you true. Apply the sutures to the wounds so the futures got more room to grow and you know you will.
The past never returns and the future never arrives so your only choice is to be present and alive.
**** fear, you don't need it. Make a goal and succeed it.
Everyone is different and this life is on rent so make sure all your money is spent by the end my friend because only dead plants don't grow.
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 4:41 PM UTC
People aren't the problem; fear is. Fear of people with power who are just little kids. A little bit smarter and with a bit bigger bodies, but like you they go poo poo in big boy potties. They've made mistakes, and loved, and lost. Yet we're afraid at what cost? The cost is plain the cost is simple popping caps to rid like popping a pimple. When will we grow up? That's the thing, we won't. What day does the kid in us up and leave? They don't. They get beat up and locked up by anger and greed. Broken trust, we build up the calluses we need. To survive. We must, we are just, people. But behind those walls and wrinkled faces is a kid who dreamed of going places. Places near and far for little and long whiles, sharing toys and laughs and spreading smiles. Not seeing color or caring what you wanted to be as long as you were nice to me. Don't let fear win, it ruins all things. Overcome it like you once did, your first time on the swings.
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 11:58 AM UTC