A symphony
of harmonious flighted creatures
that sing
at the rising of the sun.
Ever changing
are the finite spirit forms,
gracefully gliding
through the sky and beyond.
In start
of every new beginning.

Clouded hues
segue into one another
as dawn
approaches the morning sky.
Eyes peer
through half opened lids
waking slowly
with the powerful stretch of
rejuvenated muscles
to honor the presence of another day.

Flighted creatures
make home in the tall
green bushes.
Together they greet the rising world.
Waving branches
bid 'good morning' to the passerby's,
in hope
that the earthlings below
take notice
of their majestic beauty.

Green hairs
blanket the moist earth
and intermingle
with fallen teardrops from nearby
tall bushes.
Forms without spirit dissolve into
chocolate sand,
that is food for the non-traveling
ground dwellers,
so the bushes may shade, house, and feed.

Deep breaths
are heard as the atmosphere exhales
fresh air
into the lungs of all nearby earthlings.
Tiny monsters
make home in the green covered
chocolate sand.
They crawl with many feet
through jungle
that is, to us, sprouting green hair.

Sky dwellers
have many feet, and many wings.
No feathers,
but tiny, contorted, aerodynamic bodies.
Wind gliding,
to travel far across the land
fulfilling destinies.
Sky dwellers
are food for the flighted creatures.

A cycle;
a synergistic food chain for all life.
Blissful beauty
in its absolute finest.
Formless spirits
serve as infinite energy for the finite
earthly masterpiece.
A world of divine forms,
living harmoniously
under the glee of the rising sun.

There is a change
I have to make.
A change for the better;
A change towards happiness.

I'm lying to you,
Yes you: everyone.
I've cheated myself
And the ones I love.

Why do I do this?
Why do I make myself
suffer?
I'm numb; numb
To my self hate.

No wonder,
I don't want to
Remember
The horrible things
I've done.

Its not like I've killed
Or have done anything
Against the law.
But what I've done
Would disappoint
So many people;
The people I love most.

So,
I have to change.
I cannot change my past,
But I can change myself
Now.

What do I have to do
To make my change?
What do I have to do?

I need to tell someone
Of all my sins.
I need to let you know
Through another soul.

I need to know
I won't be judged.
I need to know
I'll be listened to.
I need to know
That everything will be alright.

I don't just need to,
But I want
To change.
I want to change
For you,
For myself.

At least
I know where to start.
Ill start by changing
Myself.

Secrets, secrets
Are no fun
Unless you've shared them
With everyone.

I'll do just that.
Through you,
My friend.
Because I have a feeling,
You're the one
That will listen
With open arms.

Well in reality,
I've chosen you
To be my listener,
My consoler.
Because I don't want
Anyone else to know.

Goodbye,
My secrets.
Goodbye,
My old self.
Goodbye.

Don't fight it,
Whatever 'it' is.

Surrender
To everything that is.

That
Is the only way
To live in peace.

By Surrendering
To everything that is.

In the heart wrenching storm
eyes that see, cannot
through the dimming mist
of a dusk that unravels time.

Thunder clashes
as lightening bolts
representing our own
torment and fire.
The torment and fire
that rage within our
starving souls,
our starving souls.

How weak, yet powerful
is the hate
that tears through
our delicate flesh.
Wounded are we,
by the unmasked monster
that lives inside of us.

We are not
to let that guilt thrive;
we are not
to let our hate survive,
but to let the sunshine
that glows through our weeping eyes
be revived.
Smile
every once in a while,
for no storm
ever lasts forever.

Let our love be free,
and our hate be lost,
for we cannot afford
to let both
go unfounded.

In the end
of a heart wrenching storm
eyes that see, can
through the clearing mist
of a dawn that unravels time.