It was a field of beautiful flowers.. So many colors and auras, a dream within a dream.. So many reds to spread this crimson song that sings when the wind makes these flowers dance.. The blues are shy as they hide behind the reds not realizing they add the most beautiful lyrics to this quiet song.. The yellows spread their arms far and wide shining like 1000 suns.. The purples are mystery beauty that one can only behold under the white moonlight as it kisses the dark colored dream pedals that shine ever so.. The oranges blossom their sweet melody as they sing in chorus with all the other colors. And the angelic whites are so bright you swear that you see halos over them all.. Within this Galaxy of colors I come across one I have never seen.. In the center of this chaos of beauty stood one shadow black flower.. It stood alone colorless and sad.. As My eyes set upon it I realized that this one was by far the most beautiful of them all.. The shadow black star shined alone at the center of this galaxy.. This is the creator of colors.. Because without this there truly would be no beauty.. Thus beauty starts in the shadow black havens at the center of this beautiful song.. No matter how fast light travels its always greeted by darkness that has gotten their first.. This is the beginning..

Your wispers were made of light..
The words you wispered would let me see the light with memory..
How I remember it clearly..

We bring darkness with us everywhere. In any light we cast a shadow behind us..
Even the most pure cast such darkness..  
The closer you get to any light the bigger your shadow becomes behind you..

As I write my shadow writes with me..
My words are made of darkness, while his are made of light..

And then a streak of light seem to color this blackness leaving behind the stained colors to my eyes..  In this moment I knew this was the way home!.  

I have been gone for to long.. It is time to return..  Although lost, I knew this light to be my compass home.. I can't explain how I know, I just do..

It was then I heard myself talking to me..  Its as if I was reading a book to my sleeping self..  My voice spoke words that did not make sense, Random sentence after random sentence filled my sleeping ears..

Songs from no where, Melodies in shadows, begin to color the darkness for me..   My mind was able to think again, no longer was it just on this vast sub conscience sea..  I had a sail now and was able to catch the dream winds I create..

I headed for this dark island..  I could see dragons flying high above.. As I drew near the island the dragons were really just birds.. The sun begun to rise..  The waters were again blue..  

There on the beach I saw myself reading a book dressed all in black..  The pages were made out of light.. He raised his hand to me and yelled out some sort of chant..  The birds turned into dragons and the water into darkness..  I was being pushed back.. The colors were fading...

I then realized that this was a part of me that did not want to leave this place..  My mind created this place, My soul was attached to this place, But I could not stay.. I was not yet ready to stay..

I then pushed back with my memories! Everything I remembered about her, us, them, and why I remembered everything.. The pages of light started to tear away and fly into the starless sky.. The pages of light became the stars, and the book itself became the moon.. The world was almost how I remembered it..

I saw myself crying, he was on his knees shouting at the new stars..  I then put my hand on his shoulders and told him, " Its time to wake up."  

2 years had gone by in the real world,  200 years had gone by in sub conscience world..  The next light I saw was that of a fluoresecent one shining down its glow on me..  I was in the hospital.. I awoke from this coma..

i still try to remember
to take my boots off
at the door

my feet are wet
from walking in the rain

i leave laetoli footprints
on the pine floor
-like the first man

trying to walk upright
but can't seem to
get it straight

There's a lot of empty space
in a house
so full of quiet

wishing for thunder.

r ~ 9/5/14

If your lies told me truth, then I shall believe them true..

I awoke
at the crack
of dawn

to a blood red sun
-a bullet hole
in a faded work shirt

with a creak in my bones
a quick kiss and a groan

I thanked her
and slipped out
the back door

before her old man
came home.

r ~ 8/30/14

This was a fishing village
when people were speaking
the king's English, dead
like the fishing industry
Now the tourists have accents

Truth be told
this was a fishing village
long before that
But we don't speak about
what those folks spoke
Something Algonquian
or another dead language

When the tide is out
I walk the shore and look for remnants
Pottery and stone tools, and such
I find a lot of plastic
and bottles, plenty of those
We've been a drinking people
for a long **** time

Once, I found a child's shoe,
sodden and filled with sand
It had a blue lace,
still tied, and a smiley face
as the tide was going out
Kind of sad, really.

r  ~ 8/28/14

in my darkness..
forever black..
falling down this abyss

she smiled light..
she wispered glow..
she sang to me a song of shine..

for the first time..
i saw heaven in hell..
i was being pulled back up..

she held my hand..
she made my heart beat..
colors returned to my eyes..

heaven has always been here with me..
it was she..
i can smile yet again...

Once again a storm was coming in from the west..
I of course waited outside..
Its been almost a year since a good storm has come through..
And there the lightning shares with me the Hidden Giant..
My HEART was pumping as this one seem to be the most beautiful of them all..
His eyes lit with a deep blue..
Again he walked toward me..
But this time he stopped right in front of me..
He looked to me as his entire body lit up with a galaxy of colors..
I then heard the thunder speak to me..
I then heard the thunder speak to my soul..
I then heard the thunder say " I HAVE FOUND YOU MASTER!"

I wait and wait for a storm!
I watch and watch the news!
And a month later finally one is on the horizon.
I await the storm and the winds the bring me the aroma of atmosphere..
In the distance the lightning dances..
In the distance the Hidden giant walks..
No longer sad..
Just searching..
In the distance his eyes light up and look to me..
He then looks to the west..
The lightning flashes creating a false blue sun!
He then walks right on over me..
I am in awe once again as I watch him leave..
Thunder chase steps..