why should i hold fast...
when there is nothing to hold on to?

the windows are eyes inside,
for now i have closed the curtians
i am now to hide.

when they are open again
will i be the same
and repeat the same to friends?

so as i close my eyes
its a temporary goodbye
but will others realize
that i am going through a trying times
in my life?

... ah,
the calm before the storm
unkept, im torn...
a beacon of light guides
ive followed in fright
have i changed my mind?
or havent i time by time?

just watching the shadows and the light play
tricks in my eyes,
the clever meaning and this--
only thing i realize that the next morning afterglow--
is no joke.

to grab my hand
then say "i love you"
a kiss and trails of stimuli.
take me away...

almost there
constantly out of reach
will i ever see you
can you ever see me?
i am almost always last
the one held back,
told to stay behind.

so if i stay here just long enough
and let the time pass by
will i get the chance
to be first
not the last?

so many things about me
but yet its a constant tug
to know that perhaps its all a matter of luck?
or am i stuck?

Beneath me I can see
Floating mid-air am I not
Here is something in that
you have not?

in this box we live
a universe of pandora,
an unpredictable list
to slam a hope
and to **** a dream
give me a moment
i need to scream

how many nails
do i have to have
to build this house
only with sand?
can the pressure of time
break the glass
or etch like a sketch
with a diamond in hand?

a willowed moment
an arched place and a dip in length
flexible and durable
not always its strength?

silence has done nothing
then why condemn it with a screech
can you help me
clean the air with an inaudible bleach?

can the moments in which we crave
those delightful memories ignite
those flames inside give away
the feelings i have repressed today?

here is where it all inplodes,
unfolds,
creating and taking shape
to amuse,
to entertain...
on a flat plane,
a blueprint of sorts,
like a vacation that's overplanned
the moment is overthrown
with a missed element
and a simple grain of sand.

A billowed breeze
Bending imaginations in ways
With water soothing jagged edges
Its only time that can have a clue
Of what this wound will do
Heal—forgive and forget?
Or live a life of regret?

so can the air carry the messages
you send with smoke?
can i have those memories...
that make you choke?
how can i send the emotions
in a static connection
and make sure
im over you, around and under
when the communication
has been a blunder?

where is hope?
when the light dims?
how can one be so happy
without the end?
with friends and family
within reason and sanity
how can the emotional tug of war
be won when life really hasnt begun?

to say one inch
has been a mile
to say the feet have walked
when the ground before and after is

undisturbed
is it perplexed when i say the statement
is absurd?

so tell me what and if
can you do something with this?
how often can the laugh and plain jane
can make the mundane
seem oh so insane?

parallels.
two lines on a plain, ordinary sheet,
never going to meet.

angles.
two lines, set to a point.
met and split.

perpindicular,
oddity of sort.
not a parallel,
4 different angles,
often at 90 degrees...

life is a game of math...
two people who had never known one another cross,
at an intersection point, to go any direction,
finding a cooridnate,
a set time,
to have a date?
all alike, all acute
off in left field, and out of the scatter plot range
obtuse...

but if it fits just right,
and if "x" did mark a spot,
a right angle, a perfect fit.

but on paper,
seemingly easy.
but life-- 3 dimensional
ah, the love of geometry.

cube.
all right angles,
perfectly square.
sphere....
roll and rumble,
3.14 and other methods to find...
the value of pi.

so, a sphere on a cone...
i have been shown a sine
to give the little kids ice cream
and have the math,
which so basic, can be indirect--
the combat, wondering if the angles and the times are set,
im here, real-- forget the imaginary.

the sway in the beat,
the smooth approach,
i cannot help myself
i have to move.

the beat is infectious,
the thought provoked,
i want to see, the look.
the astonishment
and feel my heart skip.

set on replay,
one track,
one sound, a smooth groove,
coursing through my veins
bouncing to the beat.

freeze,
switch,
body waves,
the dancer in me
the beat needs to release.

accented, tipped, served,
i find a slight tap,
a steady beat
the stressed relief,
arts in nature,
the beat cannot press me.

to run a mess of things
lies, ties, and unspeakable rings,
you cannot convince me
if you were a gypsy

spun so fine,
claiming things, unknown klepto,
funny, thought i would never know?
unlike you, though... i did let go.

in dance
a rebounded, but failed, fanned romance,
a verbal tribute
to bounce around my notebook.

take a long look
see the crystal,
can you see it at all?
but even if i fall, i still remain

ive heard the rumors of fire and fire
ive once experienced that ****** up desire.
but i fight bold, whilst you fight cold
your little "friends" line-- was rehearsed and old.

so if you are a gypsy
can you too take a journey
leave the past,
and never come back?

cause the only person honestly
qualified
was the one whom couldnt
lie.

but to see the eventual Fail.
and watch you come crawling
tended an open wound
and got the ball all rolling.

if you were a gypsy
you would have known me
long before, you opened this door
and forever remembered as a ....

funny, its predictable
to know how i am prepared
with this and much more
but now i know i am capable.

so, if you were a gypsy
you would have flown free
once the parasite could be breached
he could have happy...?

but unlike a gypsy
you dont have the grace
but its all too easy
when his resin is all over your face.