Love this timeless feeling free.
Within the ebb and flowing
conscious world of unknowing.

Here in memories showing.
All of the reflective be
Brought within this common wave

Which cannot help but steady
It’s deep sky clear as daylight
Crashing nighttime off staved off

AND

All is water here my friend
When that is let go within
This all-encompassing sea

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

Human beings grow and grow
Until we don't
And won't

Outside of nature
We are not trees
Just as every winter will consume the rose

We bud where and when and with whom we please

There's absolutely no proof
That if left alone
Human beings will be
Or course correct more than anyone
Who have lost themselves
Most resoundingly at sea

If anything we
Need more guidance than ever
In this time of being most encouraged to be

Whatever we feel
Whatever we dream

When really we are actually not at all these things

We are just that which sees
Humans who be

Rest is neither for the living nor the dead
No, rest is a response
To both the condition known as life and death
Rest is something entirely different
And neccessary, and comforting, and terrifying
This
Such rest is not always best
But needed nonetheless
We rest
In each other, away from each other, with each other

All the best

Happiness is the obnoxious cousin of Joy. And her not coming around often is a blessing, not a curse.

saying I have been through a lot
is like saying my lungs have been through oceans of air

yet

Being . Is . Fair

After all of the summers spent alone
The turning autumns approach
And the attempts at running through walls
(which would not give way)

It's by lakeside fires which glow and grow
In crackling sparks lifted up

And in finding no more found
This diminishing day, once ends

For no matter how hard I try
Or wish or pray
It's always you who I don't find
As I just can't seem to make you mine

Comfort is the greatest killer
Of every dream and wish unborn
Be not afraid of end of days or of Sundays spent in mournings morn

Embrace, embrace
Walk calmly this
Over the living earth and lifeless breeze

Of this dominion, breathe
Out the nothingness
Discomfort you seek

Saying I'm tired
Is an insult to sleep
Just as ignoring our what hasn't been said
Is a insult to me

she would look at me like I had stars in my eyes
though I know not why, what I love is what I know
you see I love rustic hills, forgotten and still
i love breathing nothingness in, out the quiet, and the ease
i love freshly cut grass and forest meadows never meant to be tamed
i love the snapping fish most talkative and the slim bodies of waters beneath grasping trees
i love he quiet sky above the 3 a.m. streets
and the flickering candlelight whispering things
and above all of these things I hope not to love, is me
though that choice is a which I do heartily admire
and give it still my most willingness forward
if you'll see and let me also see
please do

Clouds know not how soft
We think they are and praise their
Being a vapor

The night won’t look the same
        It hasn’t since
You up and walked the stars into another man’s cave
        Where your flames embrace
        A future warm without
        The same old sky of me
So cold

Deep water found
In a wellspring of being
Would you be, and want
To be refreshed and renewed
Not as immortal songs
But as the sound of running water
On a washboard bed of stones
Turn over again
I, in sleeping here, next to you

This is a beautiful light which keeps
Itself alive for hours yet

By reaching out its beautiful hands
And arms within these windows clean

With tall and pensive shadows left
And glowing fortress right with ease

The last of this long important May
Outstretches its own spirits keen

And my eyes see
Be they only they

This lover of sights says
My eyes see

I can be a wave crashing upon your shore
But when the coastline shakes
And aches its back both towards and in, with force
That shakes me, moves my world

Without (faith)

There is no sky to fall .
No earth to stand .
No breath to breathe .

Without (faith)
My self .
Isn't me .

Write my old name
Brand new in a book
For your serendipitous
Ultra ompintotus almost belief
Until our discovery it does keep
Within the dark deep abyss of this
Not knowing as it is, you will one day see
That boy oh boy, was Barnes & Nobles ******

Makers will make
And create the most marvelous things
For their loved ones to enjoy
And for their own purposes purposed
To be found

But I do not make
Out of brick and stone
Out of mortar or meat or performance to the world of known

No

The worlds I create are within others
And through the stories of which
In their memories they
Will never be, or find themselves, alone

I build people
Not places

Where capable love - becomes compelled to try
And turns into "he acts"
Even when she is "intent on inaction"

There is no-one so capable - this nothing more senseless
Than the song upon deaf ears
Which falls in a beautiful hum, regardless

Because you made up your mind about me long time ago

I'm dying at this opportunity
trying not to think, as I
my old self would
with anxiousness and wonderous worry
at these days to hurry
so that this history might
rewrite itself
and this time, this time
might not pass us by

Though my hand my waiver
And my pen fall silent as smoke
For an age as long as the disenfranchised believer

So all fevers break
And to wellness, sky, and oceans turned gray
My mind will take

Just as my heartbeat knows no break
And my memories moreso ache
As the thousand stars burn

It's your turn
My friend

A write is such a wrong
If found (in) to be nothing more
Than a turning out
Not of ideas
Or truths
Or questions
Or desires
But of disregard for craft
And the pretensions of these selfish liars

Create to make, not make sum

The further you get
from the vision of dream
.
The less you can see
clearly as a calm content being
..
Your own self currently therein
...
The further toward the inaction you grow
the more tree like you become
....
So BREAK FREE and be free
while you are still young
.....
Tomorrow is for old age and memory

Such a human concept

For when you wish on physical stars
(which exist) -
For so long that
You wouldn't know what to do if you caught one
I'll tell you this -
At 3,500K, you wouldn't be so quick to wish

Maybe tell your lover
"I summoned you from an ocean stare" instead

Much cooler

Don't let the loudest voice be only
A demanding cause
Or you'll walk to falter instead

But balance all harshness with evenness and grace

Incarnate, the limits you put on yourself
Are all just you
Are all just injustices in your head

Beauty has no name
Or surface questioning whim
Like yours engrained in

Just as birds envy trees for how they never seem to leave
And trees envy birds for how they move around

Deep waters envy shallows, and the shallows envy the dark abyss

And the stars, the stars, they envy us
Because we get up from our burning existence
And breathe after every time we fall down

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

A crashing motive
Knows no fear
When downhill slide
Demands intent
And as intently as
His spirits ride
Through halls of snow
And hard packed trench
He flies
Like bluebirds
Picking fast
At the suet of life
And so the mountain beneath him
Speeds right past