Feel the shade refresh your mind
The sunlight as it seeks your eyes

This is when you do your best writing
When you're most awake and alive

There is nothing wrong, nothing else
There's not an instant left for thought

Find
Not

There is only that which is less of you
There is only quiet in the stillness calm

Now reach out and pull towards you
The burning truth which has always been

Shining like a Silmaril
Endless, an eternal bright

Smile
Though you can only feel the light

There are thing you must do
And you'll always know, exactly why

And on the other side
Of the same wall

There will be residual things
Ever new to you

And the reasons for which
You will probably guess at

Though you may never know
Must you learn to abide?

The most distant hope
Of mine
Is you
...
And that
When she turns around
No one is someone I’ve yet to know
!
Who is looking for me
As I am looking at you
?

First word a dart
Second and third Lego parts
Pieced together until the bridge is built
Until the nothingness is captured in the still
And held there in midair
As you jump the mid embrace of somber quill
And I
The hand to hold it still

Puzzle me
Piece me
Try and place me
As you may
In a more human light
A more natural way

But you cannot
Just as I cannot

Tip over a pawn
Without gravitas
Without leverage
Without a certain sway  
Puzzle over as you must
To piece another way

I refuse to not try
Let alone die
For the life I could potentially lead
Therefore you see
That I must try
And thay there is no in between

Break the line
As the back of a mountain
To discover new ridges, peaks and valleys
Twist the water, break the fountain
And flow instead in unpredictable ways
That is what Mr. Estlin would say

I stroll among the tiny torches
The little flares of yellow light
With the red lights gleaming overhead

Would you climb over me into this good night?

Into the stars amidst the starlight
My feet attached to these sturdy knees
Atop the earth

And I, regretting not that I am alive
But that I cannot reach beyond the sky
With these warming fingers

For though I am a similar light
Within this world
My life is as short and sweet
As the dew which seeps through this good night

How I feel no fear initially
No need to run nor attempt to hide
From the dimly lit trees beneath the moon

For the torches in the summertime
Have always guided this heart of mine
Into the arms of the beloved

The one who is without fault
And who is all of the dawn

For he is everything devoid of fear
He is the opposite
Like the true perception behind time

A waivering head
With memories coursing though every finger
A grip on sleep once lost
Is held directly in hand
Though it cannot hold a candle to the perfect dark
But to pay the waking watchman's toll
Over and over again
Is no good for a weary traveler stead
Instead it's said, once lost in dreams
Such a peaceful hopeful magnificence
May be never found again
Let alone remembered upon awaking

Trapped is not a possible feeling
When you're found in the sound
Of the rain falling out
Of the sky amidst the summers cry

When you're full and brimming as the dawn
With contemplative thought
And your stomach is quenched
Your mind alive with the memory of trees unbent

Quiet as the flooding stream
Noisy as the Red Winged Blackbird
As it pecks and cackles at the Sparrows hence
Until no more can be seen

Such impossible feelings and thoughts as these
Are but a mist in the morning
Are no more disturbing
Than the raindrops rippling on a pond serene

Sometimes it’s alright to let nice people be nice
To leave your preconceived notions by the side of the road
To let your pride slowly die
In a shallow grave alone

Sometimes it’s alright
To not voice your most negative feeling heard
Or to be so insufferable
And upset at the world
  
Just as in time you may find
That unassuming and kind
Is even easier still
When you do not your worst

Have you tried?
Are you aware?
Or have you already made up your mind?
To be this same old insufferable version of worst

Take me back,
Wash away my worries
And drown me in memories
Of everything bread by the sea.

You know half of the worries
More than that…
ALL of the worries inside your head
Are entirely your own
And therefor are in need of one thing
OWNERSHIP if you please
For it would please you more than such constant worry
To be free of such things

I dare not breathe
I dare not hope
I dare not try and be
Any less content with this now
To be any less jumping up and down
Would not be true to me

Radiance is not
Merely the sand or sea breeze
But you there at ease

A slight draw
With jawbones peaked

Another day revealed

Revealed to be cold
And cold with cold
On this mountaintop

Yet no wind remains
To appeal to me

I will not yield

Drink love with me
In wine with me
Unwind with me
As we dance around my living room
Where the only the only two people who matter
Can see

My eyes are weary
My mind is wide
And open to you

Would you take my head within your hands?
And set me back?
Pulling the pain from behind my eyes?

Would you be the pressure
My temples need most desperately
For a moment's peace?

Because no one else has struck a chord
As equally
As caring as me

Building sand castles which you will never see
Until reclaimed by the waves
Though under your feet I'll never be
No
Just as all of the sea shells have long since flown
To be remembered by only their empty crustaceans
So also will every memory be
Forever rolling over itself
Crashing down all around anothers name
And this change of tide is alright with me
Very much so
Very much where the sand meets the sea

All descriptors
And ideas of self
Fade like the days spent walking
Down the path of possibly

And time
Time lasts just as surely
As it waits for no man named me

Hence why
Is the question which I ask myself
Must I try and be
When I've already become

Choose WHAT the you of yous thinks you wants
Though you will not want it all the time
On the contrary
The goal will be not to be set free from yourself
But to not question the IF within your mind

Give me the ocean
Or not a single drop

Give me time
Or not even a moment to stop

Give me every glimmering evening star
Or none at all

Give me fire from my finger tips
Or no more sparks left to fall

Give me everything or none at all
Give me all of you before I fall

Lingering at a window
Keeps the world at bay
No more
Than a miniature globe on a downward *****
Close the window
Slip away

Let not the stubbornness stored away within your heart,
Deny your head the happiness,
And the ease of truth within the mind.
Which is found only when two similarities collide.

Because the inverse breaks the mirror indefinitely, without reflection.
But the same eyes resonate,
And reverberate both the feelings and the sight therein.

Enjoy the memory of the crossroads where love first met it's counterpart.
Oh, how I pray that you can let yourself live to see such a sight.

Tell me softly not to breathe
And it will be so
Long before I could stop creating this
The world in which I would like to be seen

And if you tell me something similar to this
"Write something for me"
Then all inspiration from me will flow
Away and from my pen it will flee

A man can only write as much as what he holds behind his eyes
And if you were the last sight to see
I can guarantee that you needn't be surprised
If he runs away from such of sight, occasionally

Because the expression is either all about you or nothing at all
There is no in between such things
No inner lining between the eye and the mind
Of what a man has always seen, in you

There is just the wall in front of him
The key to turn, and the inanimate door to find
Don't take it personally
But a man can only write as much of what he holds behind his eyes

Beauty be it in the eye.

The same eye makes me wonder.

Both if and how your hair falls like this ... Most naturally.

And naturally so... If you even try?

With a rain like this
That would never stop
I'd wish it not over
Again and again
That way I wouldn't have to face the sunshine
Let alone call it mine
When this need for a new life of mine
Must begin

Tired and cold
Self-doubting self
In search of mind away
From noon else
Like someone who you care about
Treat well yourself
And in your own way
Kind

Tomorrow is coming, like a train of iron on a track of steel and nothing can stop it.  Nothing that is or ever will be derailed. Tomorrow is coming between friction and steel.

Someday I'll be an old man
Just a note in my granddaughters calendar
And
It'll read
"Visit him"

Looking for validation and affirmation in the entirely wrong places, will always leave you feeling unsuccessful and totally decimated.

Crushed and devalued by the plans you didn't make, as your focus is derailed by the paths you didn't take.

Because you cannot progress without true motivation to improve your daily situation.

For this you must act on evaluation and ignore the masses of any nation, which insists that you can do anything, within certain limitations.

Who are they to know you and why you even exist within creation?

Just do as you feel called to do and you might just find your inspiration.

Only then will you have a chance at redeeming and receiving the aforementioned words of affirmation.

Because you need to be true to you, to find your truest motivation.

Scars are always
Far more practical than
Found out never and nearly
As romantic or poignant
As initally portrayed

For granted takes me every day
Not by surprise
But by the hand in quiet lives

Too little do I appreciate
The sacrifice
Of those people in my common life

My soul was not born
For you in the interest of
When you come to me

Coffee so cold that it cuts through the dark like the moonlit rays’ mere hours before
The feeling of fog which should not last and could not for long  
No song for this, bask in quietness
For awakenings upon do not belong

The sound of snow is a beautiful thing
Catch every snowflake, you could not
But the earth can
Like the marching ants in the fruitful spring
Snowflakes need not tiptoe through the house of winter
Instead, they patter a song to sing on the frozen ground
And we, as humans are helpless to stop it from falling down
With tiny little pinprick sounds
The reign of winter falls all around*

End of storm
Beginning of season

I'm fighting against my heart
In secret
I know it to be true
That I could just show up
At your door
And kiss
But no
That wouldn't be fair to either of us
Especially you

If I knew
I would've done
If I'd known
I wouldn't have never ran away from it

When I wake tomorrow, there will be no waiver. No wall or water to crest over me. When my kneck pulls my head from the pillow of bed, I will stare into the eyes of a newborn day, and challenge it with anew consistency.

Nothing...today...will stop me.

Crosshatched in the sky

The stalling rain

Which cannot decide to be snow or not

Iconicised

In the eyes of me

Just as you'll always remember the last time

The moment before you smile and flee

Into the new storms eye

Good endings don't always metastasise

But water always begins again

And evaporates most every time

You don't have to be more than you've ever been

All you have to do is try

You can't play a game of matters of the heart,
If your heart isn't available to be had.