Presuming the best
Works best in those fields which feel
And believe in big
The kind of thing which makes trees
Grow and flow in fields of mind

In a world full of arrogance and immortal feeling
It's so easy to forget how very mortal we are

And so I sit here in the sun
Not to shine
Or call
Or to warm
Or hum
But to reflect

fear holds no candle
to the cooling night of truth
which overwhelms the blinded eyes
and - in its own reflective way - shines through

this moonlight is my own steadfast renewed

The hardest part of a mirror in mind
Is not the seeing
It's the not running

Expect no answers
To come from your mind
As it knows no more
Than tempered clouds
And expects too much, of you always

Expect no truth
To flow from your heart
When it's heavy with rain
And pouring out
Of this saturation found, and moreso

Expect instead
To be and fade
Like the ends of the endless
So comes the new
The next in line, is now

Just as the day most true is in ending
Found

The best sound doesn't pull me from you
The best song drives me further into your arms
And creates a new look of understanding between us two

This is the nature of sound and song

You don’t understand, perhaps, just quite how high
Your memory and my feelings therein, can still elevate and makes me fly

If you want to see spring in my step, **** the winter
If you want to see stars in my eyes, would you be
And if you’d only speaks words one more time to this wordsmith
There’s at least one true smile which awaits you, I can guarantee

Beautiful shade falls freely from these trees beneath this autumn day. Cascades like hope while padding like rain. With puddling saturated truthful rays, it streams like rivers and reflects on kings. With a whistling harp over hills unseen. And this, all this, is your favorite thing. Moreso than me to be underneath. Perhaps, its understandably so. Such fair and free beings in the shade of these most loving trees, I see. Finally see. I am you. And one with you are me.

there is the seeing
and the steps between
to take yourself there
to where you think
(you need to be)

Revelations isn't tomorrow
I know because in knowing means, I don't
Don't tell me I don't care for today
Or know what it means, when in reason won't
Fast held in gossip, I'm telling you this
In the nothingness found only free
Don't sacrifice freedom of mind to less
And lesser things from revelatory such
Wants of being in the know you think
I know this so, in this so so world we do change but don't ever grow

Unaware of my own walking
Feet are numb though midday may be
Forever wandering and talking
About the sunshine nothingness of time
And I am witness to this madness
My farsight focused, nearsight blind

Who can master tongue
No friend without friend to hear
Can find self silent

Your heart a grey sky scenic quaint
My brushes too cold unable to touch
Your fragrant sky now dark as storms
With stars like broken glass finely crushed

And I, and I, a dusty grain
In of a field of sandy wishes warm
Found nothing but a sharp memory pain
In the heel of my mind there sticks your thorn

Like tress unborn of acorn hopes
And buried wishes beneath dead stones
There rise and fall in the mind of see
Having since seen my dawning home

Peaking above the wavering trees
There our path beneath ever separates
And in turning hearts now etched in grey
Sketched out an open talk

Just to say that this is one of the many places
Though we once traversed, we will not walk

As my archive
Kept archiving me
With a strong hold
And a seal so great
That in quiet places
I couldn't begin to think
Let alone even meditate
On what should be done
About these growing words
About flattened seams obese
And so I'll never again perhaps see
The rushing waters within the streams
Of a most flowing forth into my unseen
And to this I think, that it's alright with me
Having long since looked upon the accepted sea

And accepted such a fate

There's no such thing?
There is, you see
As you walk into the room
Sit down with your little book of nothing
And stare at me demandingly

As if I know where the universe came from
As if your words are those which deserves to see
Through me intently

With your nose to the ground like a well-kept hound
You sniff up my leg most intentionally
When really
You are the furthest from the trail of truth
And you cannot even comprehend this loop
Which leads you around a thinly mirrored tree

So yes, every time I enter this houndtown
I will laugh you upside right from down
Until you bark with a tone more befitting your moan

There's no such thing to see
You see?

Sometimes I ... want to keep you, still. to stop the earth from breathing, the seas from braking, and its foam from reaching his conscious shores. sometimes aligned the night wishes, upon us, itself not to end. and the dawn away from us. because love is love, and heaven is held, here as far away from your thoughts as hell. sometimes I find ... that I just want more, and more of us as well.

Oceans, and

I am the place by hollow shores
Where salt and osprey meet in airs
Like hurricanes turned on their heads
Like feathers in the fair duress
I fold the melting sands amess
Into being as one they sung
By rocky shoals and jutting reefs
My currents forever run

I am the presence by the shore, the waters beneath the sun

I hope so now, more than ever, forever
That you will see my face in the quiet uninhabited corners
And when you hear this song
May you always
Remember

There cannot be a new being of you
Until you stop clouding the same old skies
With the comfortable grey you've known
Since you last tried
But instead
Let it rain until the rain is through
Let it rain and then
Even when it hurts and all which you desire is behind you

I find
That some of the hardest things to do in life
Is to do for you
And not for me
To live for life
And as a being be
To let go of that
Which was never free
And to let yourself fade
With a gentling ease
For as sure as I am of many things
Theae are truly the most difficult for me

Music patters everywhere
Underneath little feet and rain alike
In falling, falling, falling out
This sound it pours directly from
The trumpet of my soul

In any fight there is a breath
In every battle a sky soaring innocently overhead
Watching us make mindless decisions
Every day upon days unend
We sleepily forget as if anew has begun
When really if it were easy to do
It would already have been done