Jump.
     Well, no, actually.
            I don't want to jump.
I want to leap
and skip
and dance into a new sunrise.

It's time to turn off the light
and close the door,
Because it's really getting dark in here.

Close your mouth,
mute the babel,
bare your ears.
****** I'm speaking to you.
Not with my mouth,
with my heart
and my soul
not my brain.

These aren't feathered words.
This is my distress.

I'm sorry,
I'm going to turn off the light,
  close the door
    and dance.

Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?

Be grateful for you are blessed,
These words on my body are permanently etched.

I guess I need an everyday reminder,
to stay thankful even when life looks bleak

But how can one not be momentarily consumed by greed?
When our world is full of "I need" "I need" "I need"

The Desire for Power, the need to Lust
can turn even an honorable man into a psychotic nut

The temptation is there
The opportunity present
but would a sad rich man give it all up to be a happy peasant?

Mistakes will be made
Opportunities thrown askew
I wonder if this applies to you

To Thine Own Self Be True

i opened my mind the other day
and saw that it was a mess

i unlocked the door
turned on the lights
and cracked open some windows

fresh air cascaded in
and taught me how to breathe again

it had been too long
since i swept those floors
they were ***** and grimy,
covered in life’s sticky sweat

a tornado
of captured times
and stolen moments
had blown through

so i reorganized
and prioritized,
filing fun under urgent
and fear under forgettable

once i was done
there was so much empty hardwood floor,
i just knew that i was ready
to fill it up with more

The shadow hangs behind me
Stalks me, skulks around me in the brilliant sunlight.
Not even attempting to hide from me.
It's always hanging around, pressed to the sidewalk.
I become accustomed to its constant presence,
Forgetting that it still lingers at my feet.
But when it makes itself known to me again,
I freeze.
The knowledge that he is always there,
Fills me with dread.

I'm in sync with you,
and you don't even recognize it.
Your foot taps out a rhythm on the floor,
little do you know there's a matching song in my head.
The smile etched on your face
is echoed on my lips.
Meeting you breath for breath,
inhale and exhale in time to yours.
Unconsciously, you form a connection with me
Your only tool being natural instinct.
I already feel you so close to me,
But when you say those words it makes it that much more real.
I know that you feel me too.