some hold the high ground
claim it as theirs
soon to realise they have built on sand.

the cheer of lemon petals
radiates from cerise centers
and floats on summer breezes
that carry meadowlark melodies;
music written by the soul of nature
for the open hearts that hear her love

The wind strikes from the sea.
There is a cold from our side.
Windows come to the north.

We want to overcome the distance,
to jump out on sails.
The big blue is opening for us.

We fall down pale with the breeze under our shirts.
Time was working against our will.
Slowly

we are landing
in this big jump out from overworking.
The seagulls are laughing at us with yellow beaks.

To finish your own life by hand,
May seem like the right thing to do.
But to free yourself from this land,
Is to imprison those that love you.

Toxic together
They both want it to work out
Love is so unfair

That dream so real don't want it to end
Able to enjoy work being a regular
Being in charge takes its toll over time
Wanting to be normal not complicated
Be able to be free not on a schedule
He was in the shower thinking about life
The water rising his burdens away
An argument played out in his head
He knew it wouldn't play out accordingly
This moment would arrive unaware
A fuse would burn out not able to speak
Made him uncomfortable imploding within
Unable to comprehend words
Didn't like confrontation from control freaks
All he wanted was to be upbeat and chill
Made out to be the bad guy and monster