Trade the quiet for just one word, why afraid to allow the voice to be heard.
   Never to know what I truly did wrong, as music notes file depressing songs.
  Tears are shed for  hurt and shame, of no answers given just stillness  to pain.
  Apologize  oh how I tried, spending so many  nights wondering why.
    Was the word Love the straw that broke the trust, of being my friend  but now  disgust.
   Quietness has been the answer received, a wall of emptiness left feeling bereaved .
   To love another is not to fear, it’s universal in life and okay to share.
   Absence conversation only wanting to belong, the tiniest spot for me I fake the strong.
   Silence is punishment I plead not need,  forgive to forever I will concede.

There are things you haven't seen .
There are places you have never been ..
There are paths you have yet to tread .
There are so many words still unheard even though they've been said .
There are ways that need to change ...
There are priorities to be rearranged ..
There are wrongs to be put to rights ..
There are worthy causes for which to fight ..

There are enemies to defeat ..
There are injustices to squarely beat  ..
There's always tomorrow that may not come ..
There's memories of yesterday , that's where we've come from ..
There's the future and the past..
There's many a day , when time goes by too fast ..
There are bridges still to cross ..
There are brutal battles to be won , or in sadness badly lost ..
There are honours bestowed , though not always earnt ..
There are , needless to say , lessons to still be learnt.
But it can all wait until tomorrow ..
Right now I'm very busy enjoying myself .

The pain i feel is overwhelming.
Ludacris amount of partials parting away from me slowly
Like an art piece delicately painted
Every detail presented flowing into the sky yet tainted
Shattered crown that im bound to in this sacred temple
Made out of water and clay to sing
A voice thats unheard-of which is circling
Spirals of memories thats forbidden to b discussed bc im accused of it being a bunch of fuss
Wanting the light at the end of the tunnel to be brighter bc im sick an tired of being a fighter.
Wanting better bc I deserve it like anyone else
Yet they place me back on the shelf with the other broken frames
That has no names considering, the artist is the master and we are their game.
Love is suppose to have no limits
If thats the case then why am I sitting here with tears, throwing massive fits? Dreaming and wishing for it to one day stop.  Live the life to where I dont need to hop.
Over all the holes that run deep into the ground. So I dont fall an at the bottom be found. Curled up an thrown away like trash. Im suppose to be valuable, a priceless stash.
A masterpiece who brings positive energy.
The masters hand was shaking when he created me. So my flaws are focused on an that determined my fate. To them? Im just bait.The buyers have expectations of perfection. I didnt sign up for this application. I have many qualifications that are overlooked. But so what? Im just a flawed art piece made for the books.

the rhythm of the rain
falling outside my window
fills my mind with faeries
dancing with Mother Nature
as she composes her songs
bit by bit

the trees sway along
to the rhythm of the rain
moving side to side

inspired by the music
my heart beats in time
with the sounds I hear
I am nature's mime


my heart hits my feet
they begin to start tapping in time
with the gentle sway of nature's time

The constant beating of the wind,
Sends shivers through my skin.
Burning like icicles,
it cleanses me.
Mother nature breathes me in.

I am taken back by the beauty and poise of the woody acres of life.
The joys of mother nature and her prides!!

As the breeze dances in the trees,
the creatures sing their song
Intoxicated by the air
as one,
with nature,
I am free

The rain, gone now,
but it's scent lingers
reaching my senses
as I take in it's aroma
that wonderful feel of clean earth,
gently washed

like clean cloth on a line,
left to be dried and warmed by the sun.
I revel in its crisp loveliness.

Beauty so tranquil,
but man so able..
bombs turn flowers to ashes of a fable..
connect the cable,



pull up the roots..
beauty is forsaken and there's no excuse..

The ribbons of clean air
Wrapping me with gift of tranquility
Whispering soft,
teasing gentle words

And as the fairies dance their dance
beguiling us with their childish charms
once more we bow to Mother Nature's whims
as she gently holds us in her comforting arms


My world is so free
when I see mother nature in action
I just stand there in awe
I walk outside
and touch a new bloomed flower
Wow I can feel the nature's power

Night falls and takes it's turn,
As the moon brightens the sky
and the stars appear,

Sparkling like diamonds in the moonlit sky
lighting the way for the faeries to dance
and play,
how magical it all seems as they
fly back to earth to dance with nature

The forest king upon his throne
Smiling inside his wooded home
As the creatures all begin to mingle
A vision to make ones heart tingle
As the night birds raise their song in chorus
And lay such wondrous sights before us

Bright eyes flit and dart around
Listening for unnatural sounds.
Insects die,
whilst others live
Mothers Nature,
bountiful,
takes and gives.

step on the pink clouds
between stars and moonlight
enjoy this cosmic ballet
in this perfect night


And take a moment of time to sit by the river
with the frog-green rocks.
Contemplate,
meditate,
investigate the beauty all around.

Open you eyes so you can see
The old world -
as it use to be
The slower times of yesterdays
Taking our time through the haze


beauty of the soul,
in greens and tints of nature
gives a peaceful reminder;
gives a peaceful stature.


**** father time to preserve
mother...
life
The Oedipus complex at its best

My eyes are burning from,

The cascading tear drops,

But I need to handle this,

Since I have been pursuing,

The wrong thing until,

My perception towards life,

Was changed by a friend,

I now want a good life,

It might not be referred to as,

As successful one but the most,

Significant thing for me is,

Leading a life where I am,

Contented with what I have,

Achieved from all that I have,

Given in my quest,

Until I bring happiness home,

I will not tire,

As it will effect my revenge,

Against sorrow since I will,

Keep my weapon close,

When you have a happy,

And willing heart you will,

Gain the peace of mind,

I'd rather have this than,

Have a "successful life"

With a disturbed mind.

The main ingredient in a relationship, and it always is a must
Is at the point of extinction, it's this thing that they call trust.

I promise !!  I swear !!   I give you my word !!
As I replay it again, all those words sound  absurd.

Once I believed,  that a deal was a deal.
Well those days are all gone, and it's time to get real.

Long ago it was easy, simply sealed with a shake.
Now you can't tell the difference between a friend and a snake.

They both are appealing with the words that they speak
But they prey on the lonely, the weary, and weak.

They believe the more that you give,  gives them more right to take.
The last of your crumbs before they steal your last plate.

They beg for forgiveness, because they've had it so rough.
Well I'm at the end of my rope !! Yes Enough is Enough !!

I flipped open the bible, not sure where to start ?
When I came to instructions, not to harden my heart.

I was reminded of the toture, and the pain he went through.
And the blood that he shed, to forgive me and  you.

So when you want to give up, and you want to give in.
Remember that the gold road is narrow and thin.

Never lose faith in the lesson, that our savior adored.
We'll all make it to Heaven, if we put our trust in the Lord !!

Thank you for another day the breath I take I'm blessed to say. Thank you for my strength I owe it all to you. Thank you for the pain it really made me who. Thank you for the rain it really led me to.Thank you for the vision the wisdom for granting wishes. Thank you for the heat the stress the symptoms my God cures conditions. Thank you for the grace covering my mistakes no longer have to cover my face. Jesus Thank you for dieing in my place

Thank you for waking me for making me. Thank you for the strife thank you for the fight. Thank you for the trials by light. Thank you for the strength in the night thank you for never leaving my side time to decide. Time likes to divide. Thank you for the last 29 years of my life I hope I'm living right

Thank you for another day the breath I take I'm blessed to say. Thank you for my strength I owe it all to you. Thank you for the pain it really made me who. Thank you for the rain it really led me to.Thank you for the vision the wisdom for granting wishes. Thank you for the heat the stress the symptoms my God cures conditions. Thank you for the grace covering my mistakes no longer have to cover my face. Jesus Thank you for dieing in my place

Thank you on Thanksgiving what a short giving. Thankful for food or just for living. How about Thank you for the control of my limbs. Thank you for my family and friends thank you for the scars they remind me to mend. Thank you for the time that I have, for my mom and my dad for sight when I'm sad grip when I grab patience when I'm mad. Thank you for the grace that covers my mistakes thank you Jesus for dieing in my place

Thank you for another day the breath I take I'm blessed to say. Thank you for my strength I owe it all to you. Thank you for the pain it really made me who. Thank you for the rain it really led me to.Thank you for the vision the wisdom for granting wishes. Thank you for the heat the stress the symptoms my God cures conditions. Thank you for the grace covering my mistakes no longer have to cover my face. Thank you for dieing in my place