THe rain steadily pours
like the words from  my heart
a river of eloquency
not ceasing to flow from the start

uttering such words
hoping to be heard
but seeing how people act
seems the idea is absurd.

struggling among life
yet always following through
a gentle motion forward
one step can lead you askew

wanting nothing more
than to better understand
the mapping of your heart
looks like uncharted land

thoughts seem so simple
when constructed in the mind
but do be careful where you dwell
be ready for what you find.

sometimes words are not enough
to convey exactly how you feel
the emotion to strong for you
to string together meaningless words

times have changed
words don't have the same meaning they once had
abused by people who are master manipulators
who play the game of deception as tradition


sometimes words are not enough
and get caught among the rip tides of your thought process
where its all  never ending thoughts
one leading to the other and so fourth


maybe you feel like you won't be heard
or maybe that its not even close to how you truely feel
some dicpictions of ones self
are hyroglifics and can't be understood

sometimes words are not enough
to let someone know how you feel
and maybe its best. for the outcome
may not be what you expect.

I love the dreary days
when gray is the color of the sky
and the world seems so melencholy
waiting for mothers earths tears.

They enveolp the world
falling to the music of the trees
and on the breeze hear whispers
of the sunny days ahead.

I stand amid the cluster
of the wind rain and clouds
and i feel the realness of the bare earth
oh, how i love these dreary days.

the branches how they quiver
among the restless leaves.
nothing is quite the way it seems.
all is illusion what you percieve.

i grasp for what i believe is right.
and i tend to follow through.
but yet again i missed your soul
an on the contrary i missed you.

i fall to prey of beautiful words
that float along the breeze
and nothing made me weary
like the quivering of the trees.

the sky transends to gray
and the leaves began to fall.
i look up to the sky
and i've never felt so small.