Greet me by morning
Turn my back and walk away
By the end of each night returning
And with the dawn departure, again
You remain here even when I try and turn
You repeat your glances longingly and sway

You are my oak
And I am thankful

Today I sat down
Like an ocean full
And grabbed a pen to crash waves
Onto the shoreline of thought

Having done so - I'm free
Having done so -- I'm me

I cannot, in good faith
Recommend anything which
Will make you happy immediately
And yet miserable indefinitely

If I knew, I'd know
And if I did, it would've already been - done

The best way to get over yourself
Is to start climbing
To stop thinking
And to start seeing yourself as
Something truly surmountable

You're either in the path of the demon
Facing down the fear forthcoming
That or away you're running
And I am done with that
As a being forthcoming
About who I want
In this caution  
Of none
I will
Be

I swear S O M E T I M E S that
   I'm the only one who see's the sun
   like an arrow dart
   erratically beyond the target of time
   and A R I S E into the sky of life

We all who miss (just high)

Bigger things than self speak out
Constantly seeking an ear to hear
But are drowned out most by the selfish self

Heaven forbid we hear what we fear

For some people
Life just happens

They wake up next to their future and find
That they're already living it, already in it

And then there's me
And my ability to not even begin it

No fear calls my name
quite like the opportunity of you
does.

And in remembering this, and in the failures that
let the truest of minds remain
alive.

For in the most quiet of conveniences found
there is only the one thing which I truly
distain.

And that being is of no importance or remembrance worthy, compared to the one who now calls my
name.

I am not lost
Just kicking dust

I am not of starlight
But I burn

And though I'm totally
Something worthy nothing

And growing most daily
Beneath the eyes of seeing

It's in the looking
And finding next to breathing

That of me
You will ultimately learn

Time knows not it's own
Ticks and subtle sounding clicks
Which pass by like days
In the minds of men who know
That life as is exisits

(Time's Arrow)

I want to love you
Polished girl
Who's grown from glamourus day of babe
But you
But you
Hold no substance of earth
No brains of your own
No truth to convey
You take what I give
You take
You take
Giving nothing of yourself
As empty beings, be
And by the way
You are not social in the least

you can leave (and away) any ordinary day
but you can’t always come back and walk
down this particular way
again

Your will is nothing
When I'm yet young and living
My own will-be done

Waiting patiently. Hoping to catchup with the most honest time. The kind which chimes but doesn't turn, more than a second at a time. The kind which doesn't know how to lie, even when it's meant in kind. I see you now. I see you in goodbye. And I'm gladly rid of your hypocrisy. Nice try.

Dashing hopes on rocks below
Like running waters
- Wishes flow
So gently along
Like innermost thoughts
And outermost desires known
Flirtatious and smooth -
You float up to me
Like an ocean floor unglued
And you offer me depths
(Implied in tastes)
Of that which you do not yet know
As you are still just a meadow stream
And all you do over rocky shoals
Is flow

I run through rivers
And pull down lightning from the sky
Like fire and smoke

With a mystic bliss, here
Mist spraying and forever
Fog and strike, there

Stand by and watch for hope
For I am the air itself beneath
And everywhere I fly and then

My lightness becomes the talk
Like paper edges fresh and sharp
In the histories of men

Today is not a day for fear
For questioning doubt or considering guilt
Today, though just another day, draws near
And means more than you could ever count
Don't wait to make your impact today
Don't let yourself sit or be counted as out
Take time and focus with an energetic mix
And with confidence write your future out

A pen is meant to be seized, today

Waiting is neither romantic nor fun
Neither easy or true
It simply is
A choice to be made
To wait is to see
To decide is to see it through

I am as unsettled
As a stretch of running water
Ever could be and seemingly ever (is)

Always moving
Never forward
Seemingly

These thoughts are but

Is a horizon ever uneven, I ask?
Is a perfect wood floor free to fall?
Is a hope, a dream, a wish
The same old night sky different
Just viewed differently by all?

I ask the stars, I asked the moon
I'd ask the sun but it just beams
And smiles knowingly in stubbornness
Having viewed all such horizontal scenes
As completed unique

No sunset was ever meant to be, it just was

A cloud is your salvation shown
People a drug
....
In the focus of your selfless self
What wonderful distraction, who?

In looking sees just above the trees
That all is white, and gray, and blue
...
Just out of reach and occasionally seen
There is no peace, even when alone

With occasional rain and blotted sun
Such light and bouncing white renewed
...
It's a constant reminder of what is above
And what beneath you cannot do

Your sound here in ears
Is peaks and valleys out west
In this eastern world
Hear the Allegheny sky
I'm myself, a wishing song

Catch me like the flickering waves
Which glisten and meld seamlessly
Into the horizontal sea out there
Where your memories stare back at you
And your unconscious being seeks to be

Catch me, my newfound find nearby
For I seek to live hetr in your eyes
For just a moment to be
And in your sight seen
I created you for me

Because the words are why
Just as these mine are me

Sometimes I write and describe just to see
If you will read

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