Look into the skies.
The dark and silent night.
Small white lights softly gleaming,
from distant stars.

Look into the skies.
The cold and luscious night.
The moon beaming down in triumph.

Into the Bright Stars,
let us both see.

Into the same moonrise,
let us watch.

Into the Bright Stars,
let us enjoy.

Enjoy the Bright Stars my friend,
For this does not happen frequently,

but as you and I are watching the stars,
but as you and I are feeling the coldness of the air,
we will be watching the same horizons,
we will feel warm being next to each other.

But for this moment,
Let us just watch.
Silently,
Side to side,
Both looking up,
at God's Nature.

As friends.
Into the Bright Stars.

when and

where and

why and

how ?



ask not

speak not

think not

only hear



an idea

a concept

a notion

for motion



to listen

to heed

to react

to achieve

to renew

to believe

to escape

to conceive

New friends are tricky.
New friends are tricky because
we are all still a mix of have-been, have-was, am and will be,
and we don’t even know yet.
.
But, Old friends,
Old friends are like the soft patter of rain.
Or the feeling of flying down the side of the road
with only an old-*****-broken street bike
and moonlight
as your guide.
.
Old friends are like beaches and sunrise
where the clouds rush by and the sky is open
and every breeze screams freedom.freedom.freedom.free
like soft squishy couches and headpets .
They are like whispered words in the dark
that thrum not alone.not alone.not alone
in time with your heart.
.
Old friends are like the change in your heart
that takes you from no and never
to climbing mountains
and only stopping for water breaks
when you realize that
far and distant
means nothing compared to
always and forever and inseparable.
.
Yes, new friends are tricky.
But, old friends were new once.

I am from the future
do you remember that
enhanced mirror glass
a reminder's reflection
of where you never wanted to go

Walk into the night and
live life as your own
but just don't let me go
so easily this time
just don't let go
of my hand this time

Slipping grip released
my body into the portal
my mind into the coma
my heart into the fire
hold on for dear life

In absence of volume
hearing becomes easy
listen to nothing
and it will speak
through silence
through walls
through guarded hearts
through defenses
through heartache
louder than it ever was

I want to live my life backwards,
so that the things that I say will come out right.
I've been spending my time sober in a place that doesn't exist,
and in the end I forgot everything because I was blind(ed).

I'm glad he remembered how good of a kisser I was,
because I didn't forget how good he was either.
He asked me why my hands were so cold
and I said the feeling must have seeped from my heart.

The night went on, we acted like cousins.
It was bitter, but I sat and waited for it to taste good.
His hand was clenched with a fist full of my hair.
We were silent. I felt comfort in his grasp.

We walked, our legs untangled and silent,
the sparkles in the street made the breeze control my heart,
and my legs screamed, burning for more,
begging for closeness, yearning for someone else's skin.

I tried to explain how I felt, but things always come out like pearl laced clouds,
and I don't want my pain to be beautiful,
because that somehow makes it okay.
At one point you realize that it's easier if you just stop caring.

Do you want to know the way to my heart?
Give me a piece of chocolate,
And let me hold your hand.
Look me in the eyes
And tell me that I'm your man.
Love me in the spring time,
And love me in the winter.
Love me in the in between time,
And love me forever,
And forever and for always you'll be mine.
The girl of my heart
And the girl of my mind.
The love of my life,
Oh, baby, sweet apple pie.
So give me a piece of chocolate,
And let me be your man.
Bring me into your life,
And forever I'll hold your hand.