crumpled paper
shoved in the corner
of the desk drawer
holding in thoughts
not meant to be seen
fingers unfold and unravel
the darkness of hidden wonder
while scanning eyes slowly
read between the lines its
true meaning was discovered,
understood and delivered
yet this paper tossed a side
still its words will remain the same

....C R U M P L E D....

time is a funny thing yet even
the Earth doesn't like it sometimes
when the blue sky has lost hope
rain drops tears that fall from
gray clouds that hover and mope
the wind blows a misty whimper
a gusty and a breezy attitude
thunder then throws a temper
crashing with a loud tantrum
lightning strikes random rods
packed and full of emotions
and all together nature's tune
storms Earth up a bad mood
yet it amazes me how Earth
spins and hits nothing

springing through the tall trees
the misty drops danced as moisture
blossomed a rhythm with the breeze
surrounded dewed flowers softly swayed
gently overlapping the green grassy hill
moonlight walked across the peaceful air
floating with such an extraordinary thrill
like pearls around the neck of life raindrops fell
and nature's beauty gleamed everywhere

dreams of the future and the past
all shines under the sky of the mind
a touch of transparent curiosity
lingers a glimpse of light and with
every step imagination hovers right behind
intertwining the prisms of hopes and dreams
shining rain-bowed paths though skies of infinity

if one were but mind alone, a spirit of thought
then would things imagined be real?
can the mind stand upon a rainbow bridge
and cross over to lands beyond? or should
one fall back to the gravitation of reality?
all depending on weather an open mind can or is willing
to weigh the gravity of a rainbow full of light and color
or the *** of gold underneath; the scale between the two
"Reality" and "imaginative"

can one man alone move a mountain?
he can sit and dream of a world without one
or rise, and make his dream a reality
if he's foolish he could take up a shovel
and continue dreaming; if he's wise, he could
rally an army and conquer the mountain
if he's powerful, with a click of his fingers;
"****" the mountain is gone;
but it all was first a dream
a "*** of gold at the end of a rainbow"

there is a piece of rainbow
for everyone upon a magic cloud
a dream world elusive as a butterfly
a place where only they know
a world only their minds can go
an open mind dreaming the dream
reaching for the stars making it happen
following, believing in the beauty of the

eyes so scared
they weep the
tears that run
falling so hard
cutting so deep
drowning within
every drop of this
a see of tears
sorrow's empty
hole full of tears
  leaking the pain
sadness swallows
the heart with the
constant crying that
causes inflicted scars
decorating a reddish face
with melancholy eyes
it is impossible to hide
the portrayal of fragile
hopes and stained dreams
like the rain tears fall
and they just wont stop
every moment is dimmed
with pain clawing the depths
of a heart struggling to keep
the pieces from breaking
the head hangs so low as
despair and hatred fills the
pit of the shattered soul
a cry for help is a cry for solitude