Between day and night, choose fight or flight, hide out of sight, shield from the light.

Cocooned in our beds, words trapped in our heads, a poets mind is forming, ideas begin their swarming.

Not conforming
              Lines deforming
                        Minds contorting
                                       Rhymes consorting.

.                        Thin as a rake
                         No food intake
                      Endless heartache
                        I won't partake,
                     More time does slip
                         Life on a drip,
                      Alone in my head
                       Confined to a bed,
                    
                      My time is passing
                    Unwaivering fasting
                       Mother is crying
                       Body atrophying,

         To my family lying,
                                 That all will be ok.

Though this body will not see the sunrise of another day.

My inspiration, it comes from you
You see,
You're not only the sun
You're also the sea
You're the waves that rhythmically flow
You're the tide that comes and goes
You're the bobbing rusty boat
The cocky seagulls gloat
You're the smell of crisp sea air
The merry-go-round at the fair
You're laughter carried in the wind
And ice cream dripping on skin
You're wrapped up fish n' chips
The brave that take a dip
You're the walk to the end and back
You're the sleepiness I lack
Once home and unpacked
And the ***** laundry stacked
I replay it in my mind
Knowing you're never far behind
You're in everything I see and do
My sweetest dream is always you

I remember sitting on the dock
in the summer.
The sky was too deep for stars.
Gentle lightning struck the mountains beyond
the lake, shadowing
out every stress of my existence
with pure energy.
I have no wisdom from those moments.
I remember only the peace of floating idly.

There was no need for thunder.
There was no need for rippling in the water.
There was no need for the distant calls of the loons.
There was only the simple silence
and my brain’s imagination of the chaotic show
that may or may not come.

The world outside me had fallen into
an infinite vastness
between each distant fractal of light.

I am not a religious person.
I don’t believe in God,
and I think divinity is subjective.

But I’ve always believed in the entropy of nature
as it delicately chooses leaves
to twirl in a pending storm
like a quantum fate.

There has been rain clouds
these past few days,
I've been allowed
to love for a long time,
Maybe i should drown
the problems alone,
maybe it's enough,
I have loved enough.
You clouded my trust
And now I know
that I have loved enough.

I hope you find all that you're looking for.

My eyes open,
The sun filters in.
For a moment,
Just a moment,
I am warm;
I am at peace.
I am happy.
And then the day
Starts, and I wish
With all my heart
And soul that
I hadn't awoken
From my sleep.

Thunderstorms are ******
So stand underneath a tree
Or light a candle in your bedroom and lust after the one you love

The wind is a wise gypsy
So let yourself be blown away like autumn leaves
And let the colors swirl around you

Sunshine leaves sweat and joy
So play in the daytime
And watch the white fluffy clouds turn into shapes

Nighttime brings diamonds in the sky
So look for the man in the moon
And make a wish on a falling star

Mountains are for those with kind souls
So climb to the top
And let your soul grow wings

The ocean forces you to dream
So ride each wave
While your mind evaporates

Trees are habitats for woodland creatures
So meditate with the noise they make
And feel serenity

(Savor nature in all its glory)