inhale, breathe,
let it go....
strike a match,
let it flow...
give it air, space,
give it something sweet to taste...

feeling the air, humidity,
sticky moments here with me...

shadows looming, pouring like rain
effort put forth [again and again]
inhale-- breathe... let it go...
my feelings, my therapy,
ALL in what i see.

rise, fall-- shadows looming
flowing in awe, giving the air that sweet taste--
of the sweet serum on my face...
eyes open wide, full of suprise....

so strike a match, let it flow,
give it air, have a taste,
oh-- i can imagine the look on your face.

speaking of memories--
happy, sad, a few inbetween
its always interesting-- what they do to me.

shadows calling, continuing--
cliffhanger, devour me!

humid, hot, sticky--
fresh, clever--
enveloped in my senses
caught in delight..
just--

watching...

but im sold.
heart to the best bidder
taken, beating, and believing
kicking, screaming...
going insane
change
have to change
imagine change.

time to open up shop
sunrise again arrives way too soon!
change
have to change
intergrate chagne

its an opening
an interview
times are to change
i have to change
[jingle, jangle,] i hear change.

i see it, i feel it
i know it, i taste it
the time,
the change.

its a beat and harmony
burning my skin from within
as my pulse rises
the mood is set
oh wait
are we there yet?

i get scared of my demons
that battles and scars
within the fire in my skin

it isnt rage in my bones
it isnt hate in my eyes
all about what i do with it
can you see?

i wanna set you free
my flames need to fanned
stop your ****
face me, please!

my pulse races
it shoots in my veins
you're vain, in the horrible way
im afraid--
that the flames for you are exiled.

long ago
before you left
i knew things would change
its all about timing
i have been there,
many years
by your side
through all these years

i walk down memory lane
over and over
again and again
trying to make sense of this phrase

i am not angry
i am not sad
all i can feel
are thoughts running into neverland

its classic, textbook
little girl holding her head high
being pushed away
by time and space
only seeing in the mirror
a reflection of terror

i walk down memory lane
over and over
again and again
trying to make sense of this phrase

i am not waiting anymore
i am not saddened
i am only floored
by the deafening silence

but ive been there
i have been there , before.
its a slight shock and slight relief
to have you hit home

as the sun sets
the memories i started with draw to a close
like shutting the door to the refrigerator
the light goes off.

i am not angry
i am not saddened
i am only floored
to know that in the end we are all still here
still alive
for one more trip.

ive been there.

along the lines of my notebooks,
drawings, scribbles and notes contained...
along the common divide
of my journalistic side

my heart cries when you arent here
the drive almost an hour long
for a day
a smile arisen on my face...

these eyes are usually brown
and they reflect the ocean blues of you
when i leave the town
i am on a one way ticket home
alone

take a drive
look into life
there is a reason to understand
"that all we have is time"

the phone is my only lifeline
to the world beyond
And i am outside searching for a signal.

trapped inside this cage
sitting, waiting for a new day
letters written, scratched into the floor,
only way out, through the bolted door.

light beams in the cage
through the sheet,
the opening,
allowing only mine eyes to see
the new beginning of what it should be.

bring forth life to these hands
call them
make them create
make them go
provide the sense of touch
and select taste
even with every scar
a blessed memory
give them life
make them see
a pulse, a soul within
happiness
spring
re-juvenation of them.