I look down, with my eyes closed,
drag my feelings down with my eyes
taking the pain in my leg
the pain from my questions
not getting answers
You don't know if I have a soul,
that big bundle of feelings
most claim to have.
That thing that gives them hope
and life
You don't know if what everyone says
is true,
weather they claim they have the
biggest
most
glorious
soul of hope and life-
or if they say there soul has been drained,
a hole drawn by knifes and cuts.
I don't know if I have one, or if it's even
my fingers typeing these words,
or someone else's.
Weather the spark of life has been cut by a sword
of frost.
You don't know if the "Meanest" person has good reasons
or bad ones.
Or if the "Nicest" is the cruelest,
if the one that claims to never lie
may be lying right now.

And maybe you do know- but you would have to be
more
than a mind reader,
you would have to be
the reader
of souls

Tell me, dear reader,
if you know for sure
What
Who
Why
and Where
in my soul
or Souless
being?

....To the sea
.......in the breeze
One more day
of harmony
I walk
Into the waves
Falling
Sinking
Then the harmony
is ripped
into pieces
of a sharp blade
Tugging at my skin
clawing at me
£~£
ripping you up
peace by peace

Laughing at you
thinking your safe
in your harmony world
The hurricane comes
the doves
the seagulls
all but you
run
because you think
your safe
in your harmony world,
but the sharp edges
of my words
my heart
I'm preparing you
pulling you out
Look at the death the doom
the dark
No stars
No sun
Nothing outside your harmony world
but you walk
unaware
of whats all around
of what you ignore
but now see what they see
with every step you take
in your harmony world

Stretching
and S T R E C H I N G
How far do I go?
Do you know?
They say That I'm never ending
Dangerous, but fascinating
A multi - colored swirl
But maybe you haven't quite seen
if I end
Maybe you just haven't traveled far enough
Maybe there's a end
in a big swirl of light
or a dooms day of darkness-
Maybe there's a new world, just beyond
your reach-
For now, but for the patient, not forever.
Or maybe I never end?
Do you know?

As I walk along the sidewalk,
Morning's dew and beam,
Listen to the sounds of free birds,
They are free as I wish to be-
But wings are but a dream,
When I lay my head to sleep,
They sprout from my back
Wispy and blue
I fly away from my troubles,
Brand new.
But the other free birds
Don't like me in there sky
they caw and tweet
away my dream, so sweet,
Because with or without Wings,
I can't fly.