My speeches were never this fluid before.

I should give more speeches,

at 2 am.

I have two hands

One for this pen

and one for

my coffee cup?

Dreams and reality
can get pretty loud

If you need a break
Just walk back

to the big tree
beside the quiet river

and the soft breeze
in the morning light

We are kindling
A majestic sort

Woven quietly
Among thoughts
Within muscles
Through emotions

Bundled away
As great caches

Dormant
Wonderful
Silent
Powerful

Life, and choices
Flint, and steel

Inspired friction
Daunting smoke
Crude catalyst
Blazing insight

May nothing quench
A magnificent star

Show me a circle,
and I will show you
one of everything.

She, was an invaluable treasure in my heart
I, was a calculated risk she would not take

I've been here before,
washed away, in the rain
Stuck in the fjord,
somewhere, near the drain

When it's day, I can't see
At night, I can't breathe
Everything feels like
a big pile of leaves
Somewhere, near the drain

If I kick, maybe push,
..i've been here before
Somewhere, near the drain,
there used to be a door

When I was first born,
in those times before,
our parents built the drain,
and then built much more

They knew of such times,
when steel rain became haze
The will sun shine tomorrow,
we can live through today

And though time will wash,
leaves, into the drain
Kick, and push, to the doors
that bring you home again