A black bird peaked
On my blue window pane.
Its eyes are ****** red
And wings full of taken dreams.
It flashed a smile,
One that was not warm nor bright,
Only dark and haunting.
Dare not to wink or blink.
For I have seen on its eyes,
A warning told by sight.
It's waiting for me to sleep
Under these old yellow sheets.
And perhaps sing one last lullaby
Before its silver judging claws
Steal my breath.

Tis but a moment that we live, but an eternity that we feel.

Each tomorrow’s tomorrow will be a yesterday and

I hope for you that all the clouds of tomorrows and yesterdays turn to one thing.

And that is Love.

That love that you love as more than love.

The love that all boils down as the gift we’ve been given by no one knows what.

Some say God.
Some say Serendipity.
Some say Something Else.

Whatever you believe,

After all your tomorrows pass and you have only yesterdays to hold

It is the love you breed, here and now, that carries you into eternity.

Grab your share now, for one day, it may not be sitting there waiting for you to feel.

Love fully now.
And be loved fully forever.

For even if it is just us, the stars must be tired of destruction.

Cast love across the sky that even the sun feels dim against.

Create a love story that the moon bows to and the stars pay homage to.

Even if you believe that this is it.

Why would you not take what you can get?

If this is true, then it will be the all and only love you get.

And as for you believers, breed the love you will feel into your forever.

Create an echo of your eternal cry of “I LOVE YOU”

“You” being all.
“You” being the ones closest to your heart.

Let your heartbeats matter.
Let them create a soundtrack that will carry on, even after you’ve gone.

Believe in More or Not.

It doesn’t matter.

The only thing that you need to believe in

Is Love.

Cliché it may be.

But it is Love.

One day, under layers of earth
Where forgotten men sleep
And the rest of history are kept
You'll be worth more than gems and gold
Your memories will make the roses bloom
And grow a field of dancing daffodils
Or be a home to lonely birds
On the warm arms of your sycamore tree

And so if it comes
That time has to deny your breath
Do not be afraid.
Remember my love,
Even if you're six feet under
In all ways and always,
You are significant.

Voices in my head,
            wanting to be heard.
            but even in the midst
            of my insanity,
            still,
            *I choose you.

A weeping daisy*
     In a field of
     laughing red roses,
     *Alone and surrounded
     By thorns.

Like people,
         books are waiting
         to be touched
         and loved.

The butterflies*
        turned into ravens,
Feasting over
        my ***** feelings.

There is a silence that binds,
and a type of silence that frees the soul.

Be a lover of silence
that leads to purity of heart.

An inner silence that leads
to a deep freedom in a chaotic world.

A silence birthed out of a chosen solitude
that helps me connect to life.

My heart contains an inner chamber,
where silence is cultivated,
so I can walk free no matter where I am.

A silence that contains serenity and peace
like the hush that fell the world,
when death lead to resurrection.

(1)
Sea changes always happen
At the point of no return.


(2)
The grasping hand hand
Always has claws.
The giving none.


(3)
The gift with a hook
Is simply bait...

... go fish!


10W
Soul Survivor
(C) 2014

Old enough to bloom...
... too young to touch.


8W
Soul Survivor

We are the stars*
       stolen from the sky.
We owe to hide
       but we choose
       to *shine.