Life is simple.
It is but a journey to find that smile,
that smile that lifts your heart
and rejoices your soul.
Once you find it everything else feels trivial.

There's a bird at your window.
Chest cloaked in a lush boastful yellow.
Timid dust brown feathered head,
with flurries of white laced around its neck.
There's a bird at your window.
Singing the echoes of blissful memories,
majestic tones of innocence.
There's a bird at your window.
Eyes filled to the top with intuition,
feathers fluttering with intent,
not a worry in the world.
There's a bird at your window.
Wondering if it knows,
knows what world we live in today,
or if it even cares.
There's a bird at your window.

The pure black anguish that sits rotting
in the absolute pit of my aching heart.

Everyday an inch of me depletes whilst hearing that wretched pitiful cry.
I wish something would change,  I wish I could erase the toxic memories that lie etched forever into the very core of my mind.

Nothing is more painful then seeing your small minded, incoherent pathetic face shrivel up and pour out a thousand hells all while I lie there knowing that you think its okay. You always think something is wrong with others around you, when its just yourself that cannot be altered.

I know life has struggle and that life brings calamity when you have already lost, but to re-live the same chapter over and over again seems like this story will never end.

Some people ask me why I never worry.
I tell them that she makes me feel invincible.
There is nothing we can not do, when we are together.

Back to basics
Blackness takes this
Dreaded, undying,
Night of forever innateness
Hold me close
Forever weightless
Slowly slythering,
Chaotic stasis.
Look to me,
It's more than greatness,
Not that same old,
Wanna be fakeness,
It's that voice inside you,
That total imbraceness,
Awake from reality,
You are the nameless.

Wake up tomorrow like you are going to the moon.
Look at everything as if you are seeing it for the first time
and the last.
Tell someone they are beautiful.
Show someone how much you love them.
Stop and visualize the world around you.
Don't forget to wake up tomorrrow,  you're going too the moon.

Burrowed intimately in my own sedacious eclipse,
I awake mid day, soaking up our heavy and expected frivolities.
As I sip from my cup, the soft silk slithers down my throat.
Unable to sustain a direct state of such, it eats at me like a disease.
The tingeling heat that wraps around my tired lips, ignites the yearn of more.
With each bat of black beneath my eyes, I shiver as I am endowed by everything that it yours.

Take me.

There I was grounded to the base of my domain,
Arms at my side, motionless but heart still beating.
My mind not aware of the totality that exists beyond me.
Pursuing this innate ability to momentarily erase my existing conscience,
But it would still be readily accessible once the drums ensue.
I try to escape my dearest demons, running through their fictitious maze,
The the trumpets sound, my calling is now.
The jarring ache of the percussion vibrates through my half awake mind.

I am awake.

thrown into this wretched place
breathing in thick hell
wrapped around my lungs
i can't escape my mind.

Pulsating pressure, provoking a pandemonium of preconceived panic.

A mind of mush, intertwined within the stroke of tension and resilience.

An urge to fast forward, to leap over the walk way that flattens my belonging.

Dishearted. Dismayed. Tired. Tired of imperfections. Impressions imploding on the intangible beings of the Id.

here again
familiar space,
far from home
a distant place

reflections abundant
hellos all around,
don't take my word
its not how it sounds.

sitting back
sipping back,
nothing more
just a simple track

wading here
until sunrise,
winds a gust
until we realize

iv been gone for a while
but now im back
not sure for how long,
but please,
don't lose track.

When we are not right,
Everything tastes stale.
When we are not together,
The Earth stops spinning.
When we are not us,
The world is grey.
When are are not,
Nothing exists only you.

What is it about staring through a window of a moving vehicle that makes it so dramatically surreal. Maybe the window represents a barrier between reality and dreams. Our thoughts hiding deep in the sky waiting to be plucked from the clouds. Knowing that once you stop gleaming into this portal of innate consciousness you have to either take flight to your dreams and aspirations and take hold of life's ultimate achievability of happiness. Or be content with reality and remain behind the pane of glass that gave you a glimpse of your own reflection of where you want to be. Maybe it's the ability to see the stars at night while pretending you're in a movie. The final scene where there is a happily ever after and whatever music is playing creates the perfect setup for what could be the best picture of your life. Or maybe it's the constant idea of moving and visually understanding new things around you. The idea of something new every mile sparks an interest of curiosity in your mind of what if's and could haves. Where do I want to go, where do I want to be. The thing that people tend to miss is you get chances everyday to be on the other side of that window. So next time you arrive back to reality to wherever you are in this world remember you can always change your destination.

Clouds of black,
Heavy rain.

Don't come back,
Please refrain.

Over the hills,
And next to the docks.

This is the place, now open the box.

Hello there.
Yes you,
You eloquently diverse human individual
that has chosen to be in this exact moment of time,
time that we all share on this planet we call home.
This year may not be the one we imagined,
but it will be the one we remember.
The one we tell our kids about,
about how the world changed,
how it was the year for no regrets,
the year for no kiss held back,
no voice unheard.
You are magnificent.
The ability to alter the future,
a future of wonder and prosperity,
a world of closeness and warmth.
In a time of distancing we forget who we are.
Stop.
And breathe.
You are okay.
Your unattainables will be attained, this is the year.
The year you will remember,
where you became You.
Don't hold back,
embrace the little conversations,
the steam on your glasses while drinking
your morning coffee.
A polite hello to a neighbor, a stranger, a friend.
Fully embracing someone else's troubles for a day,
Standing outside in the rain on purpose.
Do this world a favor,
And don't forget its still our world.

There is nothing more daunting,
When you tell a girl she is beautiful
And she doesn't believe you.