Like the Moon
Blooming soft and delicate
Earth kissing the sky

If you want to understand
If you want to know
Read the truth
Between the words
The shadow of my soul

Words are windows
Words are walls
Some words are trapdoors
Come into my labyrinth
Stay forevermore

I found a monster in the dark
Deep in my mind, my strangest part
I banished it, it would not go
It sank its teeth into my soul

And then we fought night after night
Until I had no strength to fight
Then for a while it took the reins
All I knew was pleasure and pain

But one bright day we saw the light
Through our two eyes, monster and I
We joined together, strong, allied
No more battles, we both decide

To this day we remain entwined
And now the monster's wings are mine
Now we are one, monster and me
Now I am whole
Now I am free

What if you felt no more shame
Imagine that

What if you just loved yourself
The way you are
Imagine that

What if you forgave yourself
Imagine that

I hope you are kind enough
To let yourself
Imagine that

And your soul will be replenished
once you're showered with
what you crave
and yearn for the most
Your roots spread
and dig
and grow
You'll spurt into the tall blades
into the night sky, even
Your curled petals
will open to this world
What do you need?
Your stretched petals will tell you
And so will the sun,
the great source in the sky
Grow and grow through the garden
The garden is your home
to rest
to replenish
You need a home
You need others akin to a home
Flowers need love
And love you shall receive, child.

Chaos is constant,
Liberties are lies.

The volatile nature of the ever shifting storm,
Beats life into a reaction.
Adapt to live,
Concede, change or die.

The rigid line of order,
Keeps the coin from flipping.
Exist within the lines,
Habituate, acclimate  or suffer.

Fall through the metaphysical event horizon or crawl the grey production belt.


Both paths converge and blacken,
The same rust stalks the journey.

Stepping outside the picture,
So vast you could not see.
Always growing larger;
The unstoppable progress of infinite possibility,
Could there really be any consequence?
As a fog within the mist,
A lake under the ocean.
Should we quantify significance?

Pushed or dragged from cries to silence,
No man has had control,
The stream within the river,
Ignorant in its role.