A strong person
Although possibly repetitious
Is never the same
As the person they were
Before they became
Their current self
Because strength is change
And change is strength
In the arms of regular growth and application

My feet a mass of broken blisters
My mind quieter than the sleeping trees
A thousand fireflies ignite in front of me
And I dance beneath a joyous clouded sea
Because I have forgotten the old me
I have forgotten the old me

I can hear
As it (comes)
With a distant approach
And a whisper which mingles
With treeward sounds

The rain (which gives)
Unabashedly as it pours
It summer heart out
Over and down
On us

It approach, quiet

You know, the easiest part of saying or reading someone else's words, is that you get to walk away from them at the end of the day.

I bought him a drink
But not that kind
Unable to grant answers in any amount
All I could offer him was this
The most basic human commodity
And I did
I offered him time

Some days the lance hits home
And your chest is punched through your armor
Vibrating your heart until it's up against the cold
Yes
Sometimes when you've offered yourself to be struck
You are just that
Mere fragments of yourself within a suit of armor cold

Like a train track whine
become embodies both peaks and beams
The very best of
(kind)
If their ruminations on record can bounce
from flowing cloud to star and back again
Without falling an inch but
blooming into down an atmospheric
(ear)
With peaking echoes so gently drawn
that it can stir the cattails fur
and create rainless ripples across the worlds of
(water)

That is when good harping is best
As a sound so fragile that it’s almost human
in its death at last
Regardless of digital
(wax)

I love this sounding verse to pass
(me)

Slashing orrs
in the water
beneath the Moors
and bitter limestone tombs

Crashing waves
run smooth beneath
the ruptured wood
for a second or two

When all around
is breaking chaos
in the land of turning
there is no room

For fear of breath
this watery beneath
for the moments chest
to beat the gloom

Words can only start
To quench such a rampant thirst
For these thoughts of yours

Learning to be selfish
Unlearning how to think
Aware of the ocean bottom fear
I am not
But still in my mind
And steady my will
Lord strengthen my prayer
My resolve
My being

Dark hole star
Carved without knowing into the corner of my heart
With an appetite for bloom in it's glorious range
For apples, for trees
For meadows, for plains
As it is for the seasons prior desire
It is that which you want
As your taste requires

My heart is in a higher place right now
Though it will fall as all stars do
Until nickel burns cold
And ember embeds outside of sandy towns
Under cloudy moonlit eyes to see
Would you please?
Watch me fall, as all stars do
And in my tumbling known
As if you could not catch
Me my most human ground
Would you?

I only ask because I'm burning
For you to watch

Familiarity follows those
Who have gone out already and found

When you love them more than you love you
The happenstance will've already happened

And in whistling through this life of old
Remember then the better, bitter, end

Are you breathing for alive
Or are you just sleeping through sounds?

You are my view through youthful trees
A glimpse through out of focus leaves
Slightly akilter yet without runoff
You make me want to paint anew
With paint for you
As if I had once been sought

Old words cry out
For more of themselves
And I
A selfish wordsmith unfound
Have nothing but headaches in mind
For them

I'm sorry
But you'll never begin again

Not

Do the stars know that they're far
Or do they think that falling is just warm
In love with the friction of an attractive atmosphere
How they wish to plunge into our wishful sight
Like a rippling rock or a wavering tree
No stars are not afraid of being seen
If anything sought out in both sky and sight
As the most truthful of stars, ever been
Have and are smiling
From an insatiable height

See the eye of a flying dragonfly, hovering as you back away
Dry your feet on the side of the bank and wait
As you look up past the trees to see, if the breeze was visible that day
Find a cloud in the sky that is not too high and then brush it all away

I'm so selfish
That I've only wanted my own distractions to distract me

In those ways which I will certainly be
At peace and free

Because time passing alone
Isn't enough to please me

Let alone someone else, near by at present
As it was never meant nor will be

But instead it's the foolish selfish desire
Which I've let govern me, sadly

For more time now than I care to admit
I've called by name, these distractions and me

With growing mask
And similar shadows
A quick response
To light, to shrink
Instead remain
Both steady and calm
With outstretched hands
And don't forget
That always with each end
Comes ending ways
And that these present days
Are such moments but a single blink

Until the stars crash, the clouds wave back with whisking foam. Twinking, glowing, black with morning dew to greet this coming you alive.

Until affections rise in reflective ways, as moon and stars unite, with pinions that of a lovers embrace.

To stay, I must until such heaven returns, and reunites with soul to be, believed. Know that I want to, but for me. I will only think of you beneath walking trees, with thoughts small as bugs beneath celestial day. In my own time and wantingly, quietly way.

I know where your heartbeat beats
Where ounces of breath meet silken skin
And tattered skyscrapers point freckles free
The mounds and valleys, where crevasses meet
There is also, where a fog to be found. there
An ocean to swell and boardwalk fingers walking underneath
Like sands and stars and many pines to be
And thunder rolling ever on, warding the open plains outward
It's with confidence I tap on the door of hope
Until a knock is seen
Having always been beneath your fair chest
And I know where, because you're me

We see the results
Not of what we want
But of what we do

In the quiet hour when instead of reassurance
Our heart wants pizza
And we are in need of all things renewed

Fear no
Being
Or lack
Of existence
Un

For you were
Meant to be
Exactly as
You have been
Thus far

Undone

As liquor should be
Locked up
Too strong is it
A drink for all

So also should these harrows be
Refined behind iron
Pad and key

Not opening to doors like worlds
But renewed in truth
Baptized in study
And blessed by the best
Footprints in all

No educated mind can bare
The suffering of one
Let alone many within these halls

Write me in as I would of you
And stumbling onward
We walk

Converse with me as the trees speak to trees
And our whispers will grow in full
As we talk

Somedays I hate the way my own body heat, collects and is in entrapped within. In the arms of wind I nowtimes wish, that I could relax again and just for a moment be. Truly, cool and light, airy and free.

How do you walk
After flying so far
?

Or be
After the feeling of un is all
?

How
How
How
I ask

Do you find peace again
After the summer ends
?

In Fall
?