If the present is a gift
Then I'll just keep it,
Past reveals secrets,
The future doesn't cease it,
Exist in an infinite abyss,
Tomorrow is myth amidst a mist,
A barrage of nothingness,
A mirage A persuasive oasis,
A collage of plans that never pan out,
Tunnel vision the peripherals stand out,
Ousted   It's a miracle hands down,
How we prepare for the next day
Its always right now,
Like now or never,
In retrospect now is never,
Understand that forever never arrives,
So make best of the moment,
The real money is time,
So spend to own it!!

In this world
People take a love like mine
For granted.
In this world they teach
Work as habit.
To earn love one must work,
Jump, leap, impress.

Second chapter of the book
So many attest
Claims the glory of the first
Is second at best
And work is introduced as
Deliverance, a path to love.

That love is a contest,
Something to win, hold,  capture.  
Something we must run after.

This is the thing about in sight,
When we look within we see
History and what's been written
Has an agenda,
Generations long.
Deliverance, indeed.

Our current world has been created
For us to literally see.
Cloaked with options
That create division and
Defame neutrality.
In the light though, we see
Both are needed and necessary.
From ONE WE come,
From unconditional love we come forth.
And so to my point,.

My voice, my truth.
Love is.
Its embrace is YOU.
be your self.
Love unconditionally,
Be true to you.
It's so simple it sounds basic and silly.
Though if you follow my lead,
The light within will begin to
Bleed out.
Your heart will be overcome with
Acceptance and understanding
And your mind will begin to overcome
Doubt.
You will begin to feel free,
The gift of what is.
Love anyways,  unconditionally.

A long time ago, you asked me what I was going to miss about this place
And I couldn't answer
I hid behind my tears

These words you may never know, but they are the truth and so they must be told somewhere

I'm going to miss puting my arms around you and the echoes of our solidarity ringing out into the night

I'm going to miss the confidence of being right for something, for once

I'm even going to miss the walk to the field, the goose noises, and the annoying little kids at the football games

I'm going to miss performing with you two, the way the field looks under the lights, the way it feels to become part of the music, and to share that with your best friends

I'm going to miss staying late and leaving early, looking out for everyone and being looked up to, miss being a leader

I'm going to miss having you, coaches who were willing to push, who promised not to go anywhere and stayed, who believed and took us to where we wanted to be

But I couldn't say any of these when you asked because they are not all that is behind my tears

I broke when this place crumbled- permanently, for good

I threw myself into restoring what I loved, working off a vision of what never really was

And I made it happen

But in doing so, this place, built with my blood as mortor and my bones as brick, this place stole a chunk of my heart

We are inseparable but moving on

And so when you see me cry, a lot of it is sadness as you may expect

I don't want to leave.

But the truth is for all the things I lost here and all the things I gave, for the experience I won't have but you will


Some of this is pain.

I believe in a world
Without objectives
Without goals

Mostly
Without meaning

Just a bunch
Of random times
And places

She keeps saying
Have a "Nice day"
Like she is part
Of a program

No
She is not okay

Have a nice day too
I don't really give
A bleep
What you do

12 turns to one
Then to two

Life is mostly
Meaningless

Welcome to Earth

Blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah

Craving only for themselves
craving only to be kings.
What if they could be more,
what if they could be free?
They dream of love without truly giving,
a story without meaning.
Holding on and letting go whenever it feats
they try to look wise and so their fears won't ease.
They try to cover a pile of lies
they try to fill an emptiness of sentiments.
But we are not fools we still got a heart
we still got a soul with eyes wide open.
They reflect nothing, they are shadows of nothing.