Sun hid his smile away
on a cloudy day
o'er Carolina

Moon she cried
thought he had died
for a love he left behind
across the line from Carolina

At night he dwells
in her emotion
an ocean of the bluest tears
that ever fell on Carolina
on a cloudy day
when the sun forgot to shine.

r ~ 8/9/14

Empty rooms a glance into are futures lost conviction sweetest angel of the truest flaw may I glimpse the depth none other ever did care to see?
In shared vice words hollow held you as the scars we bare forgotten to only us none should ever have to view .

Where did the glow fade to corners of such darkness we simply died as the old to become jaded as we stand shattered the shards but fragments of the past I no longer care to reflect.

Lust of the moment a need and service nothing more.
We can give all to only share with  so few and in those moments perfection is the truth as ****** up as we are .

Lines I give the flesh you lend cold as the winters imprint over the mountains peak .
Escape the moments only to relive the misery's with every  emotional fix.

You cant go through hell not to show some scars will you embrace mine as I have yours my dear?

We together hold more stories than a asylums wall.
Yet still we stand only to part.
There's no escape from the memories even down the snake of the highway to the western sunsets reprise.

Guess we just have the now so **** the past it just get in the way.

We run a train so happily heading off the rails in shared addiction my dear how I thrive in the destruction my friends I shine no matter the name it's always me.

Her love was like the purest ****** deadly but so ******* alluring and uncut in it's seduction why run when we can walk into a self destructive mess together?

Miles pass we can't deny  it's  a habit like any other late night calls and midnight meetings this stays between us right?

We know the outcome yet like fools before we tread on ground and lies created by broken souls and now scorched earth.
So ******* right in the feeling in the wrong sense .
Claw marks don't leave a bruise but make me feel alive unlike him she speaks within confines of he darkened cab.

And in hell do we find the sanctuary none others can  provide .

Were all wrong just together within a storm shelter can provide comfort even in the pure ******* of false truths and empty lies .

And the broken hearts bleed all the same .

So precise
the lines
yet not
this painting
done for you
Wisps of joy
and sorrow
in their passing
I see you watching
as they trail
across a sky of blue.

r ~ 7/23/14

Strong and tall
the lonely pine
rising up
to sky so blue.

The emerald grows
its beauty slow
and captures light
in solitude.

Lonesome pine
down by the sea
dreams of ships
with beams hand hewn.

Strong against
the wind and waves
the pine will sail
the ocean's view.

r ~ 7/20/14

My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
     universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
     reach my hands and play with pebbles of
     destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
     reading "Keep Off."

My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
     in the universe.

Soon,
I'll be soaring,
free
above
the conifers & elders,
the Nantahala waters
below
will glisten
against
the ancient rock
& free,
I'll be soaring,
soon.

Sun** breaks the peace of raindrops
Glaring through the window
Burning flesh awake
"Rise and Shine" it SCREAMS in silence
And the hint of laughter on a breeze
Taunts the groggy mind

Winter storms and cloudy skies
Whether or not they’ll break away
That’s always been a mystery to me
On these cold Carolina days

Some days I feel like caving in
Hope never seemed so distant
Scarlet and ginger leaves fall to earth
Suddenly life seems so slow

Maybe someday I will find my way
Back home to where I grew up
The streets silent, the winters cold
The trees hovering above

The sky never seemed so far
The sun settling over the hills
This is where my heart longs
This is where I belong

This is home

Someday
I’m going to be able to recite the line
“My favorite life is…
mine.”
and I’m going to believe it.
I’m going to have kids.
I’m going to visit Asheville, North Carolina a second time around.
And I’m going to reminisce about the time I ran away the summer I turned 17.
Because I needed to see mountains.
Because their dust had floated into my bones and tied themselves snug around my joints, and the magnet pulling me back had started to hurt.