Create
   Are you happy now?
Escape
   Are you something now?  
Engage
     Are you lacking now?
Erase
   Are you nothing now?
Replace
   Are you growing now?
Keep pace
   Are you fleeing now?
Change face
  Are you about now?
Embrace
   Are you joyful now?

Life, the earth
Like traffic lights
Yurn, regardless of you
Your direction of self

And based on perception
We all stop
We all go
And get *******

If the fear is greater
Than whatever intreage you once felt
In passing looks like days now spent
Then a week of me would never change
These months of unbeing
Let alone those years spent with Someone .
Else

There is a life beyond life
a mere glimmer in the dark. And for me
it can be seen
(sometimes) in my 3 A.M. eyes.

The snow light bright lays down beneath, looking up at these blues, with your brown eyes so deep and bright. And time, time is but a memory felt within a dream of oneself. And in believing this found therein our reflective sight.

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 ******

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

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 ears ache
And beg for the sweet quiet release of thought

How I plead for silence to find me
So that I can think again as myself

Wishing ever to be
At home, alone

Me
Free

Please
Let me be

Take another pass
Find no (new) hopes to smash
There is nothing left on these shores of mine

All that remains to do - is to laugh

Would I say it then
If given the chance?
And risk the inevitable nothing
Would you

Give up all the unknowing and happenstance
To be with me alive
And for more than for this one instance
In mind

If yesterday was just a blink of an eye
And a new future we could hold creates itself
Would you?
Would you be mine

Somedays I just want to sit
At a coffee shop and think
About all of the thoughts I’ve yet to see
All the skies I’ve yet to be

Rain falls
Hopes rise
Mountains crumble over lifetimes small

Night skies blink
Struck by waking tides
And waves crash down till no more tall

The humans run and walk their lives
Into beneath, beside, and in
The massive wonders of God alive

And yet so few ever stop to see
To breathe in these
Before their very eyes

Goodbyes

When your standards are so high
That birds cannot perch
And construction workers, who work
Have the option of throwing themselves from above
Then perhaps it's time
To reconsider your own
And come down from the clouds
Lest someone ends up getting hurt

I dream of a world
Where you hear my words
Letting me wander until my oceans run dry
And then in your arms up stream hold still
And onto everything grasp
As if in every river you wanted to dive

I cannot speak to who you are
But what I see
Is skin like umber
Hair as olives
And eyes alive with a sharp and rustic ease
You seem to be
Every wild choice I wish I would've made
Every moment to dance not taken
Every handshake met and opportunity spent
When my prose is your con
And my quiet your noise
Dance, dance
In your reflect I see
That you are the opposite of me

There is a difference when
  A man writes to write
  When he is looking to be
  Or not

When he is drawn out slowly
  Or even enticed
  By similar thought

The difference wherein
  Be it seen or not
  Is available still in the smiling thee

In the unbiased quiet of wishing
  Of wells

And in the sky of an almost knowing singular hope
  Beneath wings of birds once free indeed
  Once driven from the land of having
  Or wandering into lost passages tall

Therewith burning fiery glowing alone
  You should know
  That he does speak his own tone

And if he gives you these
  Such seas and oceans of well known
  Then be pleased

For it is you who he then loves alone
  Most ardent and true
  In an earthy word song definitively long
  And in the thought of throng, it is you alight

For there is a difference when
  A man writes to write
  And when he doesn't, he is wrong

The human spirit falls
Not because of weight
Or snagging stone
But because of rainbows end
Of water vapors shining spirit
And because our nature is
To go

There is no time left in the sky today. All that remains is the darkness of eve which this growing day has left behind....

Hush is not a shush, lover
Change is not of force but nature
Grown from stem, and root, and sound
Like fingerlings in the mountain streams
Like the tingling of your neck rundown
Can you hear the ripple deep the vein?
Can you feel the starlight warm composed?
Will you look in my eyes and see
Yours of the possibilities found
The kind of wish we both know?
With this symphonic symbol yours
And the seconds fleeting faster than stars
Falling I give you more than another song
Which I do not own
With this I, I give you my own

when darkness comes
with every closing day in eyes
and we must face, about-face
the restlessness of our untrusting lives
it's in arms and beds and promises
in which we hope to hold and sometimes find
a kindly, sorted, trusted self
a bed on which we all must lie

It's neither strong nor weak to be alone
Neither heroic nor cowardice, to try or to not
There are simply those who prefer the company of many songs
And those silent notes who do not

Talk about a lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting lasting impression.

Receding.

No ocean says, "I want to give way to a strong and crashing love." It doesn't have the time to burn and not churn. It has already landed on the shore, and back again.