Bigger things than self speak out
Constantly seeking an ear to hear
But are drowned out most by the selfish self

Heaven forbid we hear what we fear

I'm not dragging your frame through the mud of memory
Nor lifting up falsehoods in the mind of once mine
No I live and live in a constant state of both being and remind
I remember because it once was us who lived
Can't forget because such things should never die

And they can't

He said with a smile

When they make my drink
With exuberance liquified
And season, in its entirety, personified

Regardless of the turning days
Or the morning upside
So much, so down

When they make my drink
I can hardly blink
In raptures taste makes me want to smile

There is no human hope
Which a train, a plane, or breeze
Cannot whisk away at a steady pace

But the sunlight calls
In its glorious dawning truth revealed
With each day arriving still

No cloud can keep us from the sun
Forever less
From each other be it willed

To put your thoughts to paper
And the flame to thought until it flies
Into ashes enbrace
Until it becomes the sky

This thin and failing, streak of light
   lights up my face
And shows the yesterday memories
   to the door away
And I, am tired, writes itself
   across my face
   almost handsomely

Make all 20,000
breaths you take
Today be the best
you could ever be

For tomorrow is left
yesterday is death
and righr now
you are where you're meant to be

Real friends dont just let you be
(the most flawed version of yourself)
They look beyond
They tolerate and encourage
They really understand
They see

I need new paths —
My feet in love,
They walk more willingly
Than any of these strangers know

And yet in going
There is only this,
Such willingness resolved to be
And so — with hope I go

My eyes cry out
My heart winds down
And all that's left to see is sky
This universe waiting to be explored
Lies just behind

We work to craft and build our being
So that being us is not a bore
A chore or miserable existence
Where we do not at least have
The smallest hope of being free

Set

The wishful dream of
Someone to be near is what
I answer when asked

Letting the years pass by
Is not a matter of choice
But a matter of being
Be it conscious or unconsciously
Done
But equally, we are all undone

It's not even funny
Though I'd like to laugh
At such a bright sunshining irony
Which glows like orange leaves at noon
And stays like casting skys of over
Until the day is at an end
I'll know and laugh overly
Almost glowingly
With you

I have lost the thought
Which once was mine
And in remembering it
Cant
Even begin to describe
How frustrating it is
To live and not find

At least what I thought once was mine

For some people
Life just happens

They wake up next to their future and find
That they're already living it, already in it

And then there's me
And my ability to not even begin it

I am as unsettled
As a stretch of running water
Ever could be and seemingly ever (is)

Always moving
Never forward
Seemingly

These thoughts are but

Dark clouds call my name

With an honest voice
And a unified pattern of pattering sounds
Which hum like rain
And crash upon my shoulders
In this slumping chair of arching down

I do not respond

Moonlight falls
In glorious hues
Of blueberry blue

And settles on roof tiles
Once worn so thin
And installed so new

That an age has since passed
Since the feeling of last
Me atop there with you

A coach
Should be those
Who care about others
More than their own feelings
Be they of self or should be

They should care more about others
Because they already know themselves

Not the other way around

What you see is what you find
And all that is found stretches out
Before you like a flowing sea
Where water meets the grass so green
And trees overhang like homely eaves

Looking onward, openly
Towers look down like big brothers
Skies above stretch out to beyond
Horizons tall and foregrounds close
Close in on sounds of wandering on

The light it captures leaves so green
It fully expresses natures breath
And longs the father of all to breathe
It grows and flows and sings in trees
It whispers nothing comfortably

With rustling, and questioning,
And gentle flying that's above
Like bees

No humming here yet can be heard
Except those song notes softening
Which cannot be seen

Everything that can be seen is blue
And all that lives above is not

With thoughts more vocal than the leaves
Which whisper psalms between the trees
And cast down children onto cattails
By the meadows pond of widowed ease

There is nothing in this something
There are whispers on this breeze
Neath lilly pads above below
Twix fields of flourishing evergreen

A wish is lost in single breath
A butterfly flys beside this me
And climbs on whispy whims which flow
And lives only to leave

A fallen brown cascades to the ground
And rests on subtle grass limbs green

Outlined by brick and sanding stone
These waters whisper back to me
And creek and scream and visually plead
To be set free
By the crash and falling of a tree

But with no storms in sight
So all of this will continue to be
As clearly as this is today
As visibly as my eyes do see

And this is why I speak in poetry

A breath is not a breath without the breathing in, the hearing out
The loneliness of being alone
And the happiness of being free

From all the complications of the indoors
It is out in which I find myself most being

This outline of the trees look up
The blue line of the skies creep down
And ripples like the ponding pound
A note pressed without a single key

I love the way the sun seeps through
The evergreens and sunken weeds
And finds itself on fallen branches
Tucked beneath the grass so tall
And tidied like the clearest stream

But above all else
The more I think about
This wondering, whispering, wispy, wild, whimsical, breeze

I know that it animates and brings to life all of these trees and all of these leaves and all that I see and I am wonderfully thankful for all of these

Please, would you hear it still?
Help me identify each and every one of these?
I know you've seen, just as I see
Where the clouds like to rest
Just above the peaks of man made trees

And all I can see is these
All I can feel is the breeze
And hear is the song of ease
Which flows from nether trees and natures eaves

Please

My hollow frame is but a shell
A time trodden path
I've seen my father walk
And his shoes, his shoes
Are so familiar to my feet
Though perhaps a bit too small
They are like family to me