There was a time when I was broken
When I was down and waiting out
Watching others wear my crown
And waiting silently in wings

A folded self just asking why
Trusting in healing found in years of time

I outwaited all those demons  
Turned my enemies to friends
And then for ages, they looked on
As we won again, and again, and again

Sometimes you are the only problem
Sometimes the time is all you need
Sometimes the losses build the victor
No dynasty is meant to be

You have to make it
Happen

I feel both God and man alive
Death and valleys
Lows and mountains cresting high into the sky
A mere extension of this mortal coil
An unwinding of the intensive human mind
Combusts on thirty three inches of imperfect maple
And explodes like thunder into joyous cries
And for a moment I am king of the dust
For about three hundred and sixty feet of it, I am alive

(I swear that last one is still going)

It's drive and focus
   Edge and flexibility finesse
It's youth which fades
   Bulls On Parade
   And my curse midst blessing
   One of many things
BEST my meaning, interesting
   As for one more year
   This old mortal
   Is king
Forward any doubters
   Doubts trying to bring

A sense of self better known?
Perhaps.
But in the company of those others found, and in the investment free. These betterments and attempted others, will in time, be.
Counted as blessings abound, be they only in the attempt.
In unearthing, we are found or hidden

There are days on one knee when
I fall for myself
And others then where I
divorce into the dark deep
nonexistence of sleep

The future can have the kids

The world alone is not enough
        It was never a shade of me

Though from the earth, the straw men rise and fall
        There also blows the breeze
        More beautiful than all once seen

The only voice I wish to hear
Like the padding of the deer
And the misty Falls approach in trees
Which whispers here, and
With wandering footprints, there

Like the only sky I've ever been
Before being rush back within
To an eternal indoors
Full of plastic stars which burn out slow
And the hum of air which,
Once conditioned, streams

It's such a beautiful sound, I see
Such a lovely thought, that now I feel
You, my flooded mind, in ears
Begs this of my most unsubtle me
Let me drown anew
In this memory, please

When my channeled radiowaves groove
and reach your ears like LEDs
(and in mind's eye explode)
with colorful remnants of unimposing
ultra all-knowing, unimportant dues
You will want (if anything)
to pick up the phone
and (to no one in particular) call
and take a taxi beneath the moon

Somedays I'm the orphan
And others
I'm the imperfect avatar of the world in shining
All of its smiling glory

These humans have stoked my fires of old
With their chest beating brows
With their self praising pride

And so with my own and this hand of mine
I will move swifter than wind
And do my best to be better

And so they will find soon enough
In the waiting, wanting
In the destructive test

My carbon becoming
near this oxygenated girl
Breathe
breathe
breathe
and breathe
Everything but me, IN
as my outward going is

If there's one thing I know
More than anything un
It's that the sunsets will fall
The skies will stand tall
And just out of reach
Of this shared everyone
The stars will burn on
And be unseen when they finally decided to come undone

My bones are strong
my back straight enough to keep .
If anything I do not
need any more structure in me .
I need
            opposite . The

Sometimes to lose is to find
     It's true

But sometimes
     You cannot allow yourself to live
          (At least as you'd like)

Until you stop
     Pause
          Go back
               And rewind

I trick myself
More often than most
That the time before me will feel better
(somehow)
Than the air which I now breathe most close

It won't

Time is time
Just as a perception is a vision of the mortal mind
Most unknown
Heck, I
Need to learn how to live for the moment of most

It's time

reaching through my window grasp, my collar lined, my mind unfolded. pull me through this painted glass, the crown unmolded, and shape my day with glorious rays, with simple scents and lilac embolded. with the coming way, of every may, would you make my day most intoxicated, in such a simple yet glorious way?