Just a thanks
You helped me realize there's more to love than just a pair of pretty eyes
Open or shut, the only thing that matters is the feeling in my gut
How you did it I’ll never know, but I’m grateful ever so
There's no need to act in haste, and pettiness only creates waste
So please pack your sack take that flight and never look back
No self-motivation or interest, I just want to see you do your best
If you only knew, my only wish is for your dreams to come true
Asked if I've ever experienced love, I crookedly smile and say
Why yes, it was beautiful
Thank you

I feel like I'm walking on a cloud
Nothing else matters, I keep silent and move on
Day dreams and vivid visions
Suddenly disappear from forthcoming decisions
And with a crack reality instantly snaps back
I make up my mind
Saying to myself am I half blind
Then I disappear again
Off in my own head
Thinking about what should have been said
I realize it's not a debt
So I allow myself to forget

I feel like I'm walking across hot coals
That those that get ahead do so by trampling over souls
Contempt for those who got there without putting in the work
The question drives me berzerk
Social implications keep mounting my frustrations
I don't follow the pack and foster my own creations
Completely alone
I feel like a king upon a thrown that isn't his own
Without a care I stop and stare
Only to realize that there's nothing there

Oh
Sorry
It was just another dream

Deeper into the rabbit hole I go
Listen to the babble,
It tells more than you know
A story, a fable, a majestic broadway show
I'm spiraling
I'm awake
Cracking the ground around me like an earth quake
You feel it in your toes
You can smell it in your nose
All of a sudden time gradually slows
Until the moment has become completely froze
You sit there and ponder
How did my thoughts wander
In this moment here
There's absolutely nothing to fear
I haven't quite figured out
Is there a method to my madness
Or a madness to my method?
The movement is fluid
All knowing like a druid
With Ayn Rand in my hand
I feel the power to withstand the unplanned
I let go of the demand
And sink into the sand
Onward I go
In hopes to find the end
Always saying just one more bend
Yet deeper I still go into the hole
Then I think
Maybe I'm not following a rabbit
Maybe it's a mole

It's hard to believe it's been a year
You're gone but I still feel that you're near
Sometimes I delusionally still think you might just appear
The water begins to build up and form a tear
But I don't want the sadness released into the atmosphere

Great is the only way you could be
All the good that you showed me
Opened my eyes so that I could see
The depth and vastness of life and love

I remember sitting in church
Like a bird on a branch of birch
The power and depth in your voice
Told me that life is a gift, that we have a choice
And it's better to chose to live a life of rejoice

It's sad but it's true
The world isn't the same without you
And that's something I'll never get used to
But you gave me the courage to pursue and pull through
You gave insights that led me to a new world view
You will stay with me forever, just like a tatoo

This is only a small part of the story
Of a great man who rests in his glory

I have a guardian angel
Through the chaos it guides me
It's a brave child saving a cat stranded in a tree
I climb to these heights
Then it helps me safetly land from the flights
Occasionally I make stupid decisions
But it rescues me with amazing improvisions
It just watches
It doesn't pry
It just knows
Like the all seeing eye
In trouble time and time again
It's always there
It's a life long friend
I hope I get to thank you when my life comes to an end

and I try to let go
cuz whether you want it to or not the river's going to flow
I can't stray but I can't stay
like a car crash you hate to see the wreck but can't look away
but you know what they say
you're always safest in the bay
but we aren't made to live that way

I write in the night
the only light from a candle burning
unconcerned with the earning
art is my heart's yearning
imperfectly flawless
like a saint living lawless
picture perfectly incomplete
out of time but in sync with the beat
tired while your resting in a seat

a walking contradiction
like truth mixed with fiction
living with class saying kiss my ***
lay it down like a pick up line
disgustingly unattractive yet oh so fine
yet still glad that these contradiction's aren't only just mine

the simplicity of life
the chills tell me it's right
a mindful match of chess
happiness for a game and forgetting the stress
it's well read like a book
a knight captures a rook
a pawn takes its time just as the king
like muhammad ali doing battle in the ring
complete madness or militant
winners and losers are imminent
at the end it's all glory and fame
and all along it was all just just a game

half toothless and half truthless
his stubborness can be ruthless
living half a century ago
not up to date with what we currently know
he move's so slow you wonder if he's ever passed go

calls current truths propaganda
he look's for knowledge in outdated memoranda
living in the past because modern days are too fast
a young fellow shouldn't listen unless he wants to end up in last

but he still has some soundness
what he says is sometimes the profoundest
he can make you think twice
and doesn't care if it isn't nice
but he'll still show compassion in his outdated fasion
long lost was his life filled with passion

the young and the old will continue to clash
but it's up to the youth to not act rash
because at one point that old man was like you
so decisive that his convictions were absolutely true
wouldn't the world be perfect if we both only knew

i'm left feeling tense
on the wrong side of the fence
i try to clear my head
it's impossible, getting over of what's left unsaid
all of the lies and desception
but i'm niave enough to give you the exception
listening and talking obediently needs to stop immediately
i believe i'm finally seeing clearly
i don't mean to be an imposition
but won't question like the inquisition
forget superstitioin, i listen to my intuition
two ends of the spectrum
people are either lazy or crazy
try to play you for a fool
only being used as if you were a tool
since when did that become cool?
you try to be real but in return you get lies
that's why i no longer believe what i see with my eye's
there's been a depletion of the soul
and too much appreciation for ***** coal
the fire needs to start within
and once it's burning they try to put it out like it's a sin
these words only begin to tell where i've been
and at the end of the day it still pains
unless you learn to let go of the reigns
but i can still only look within

I needed to pull myself out of a dark place
I decided that my thoughts would be my ace
Close my eyes and I only hear saving grace

Keep going, I can feel you want to quit
Forget the past and remember the torch is already lit
Don't be divided by the seven ten split
Just be mindful of the one you decide to hit

The choice is yours
Life is exciting or it bores
At times it whispers
At times it roars
At times it's an eagle and it soars

I come down to land
And think it's grand
To see my world in my hand

Yet slightly out of grasp
When things go wrong I no longer gasp
I'll stop and say


Hey


I'll look for a better day

Hey There,

So I just read your long awaited for self
Reserve that we all hold ourselves to.  
I mean this in the most sincere way,
Congratulations.  

You are right in more ways than one,

But I hope that you see that it all blurs
Together under the sun.
I know how hard it is,
Suicidal thoughts aren't fun.  
I've lived through too many of them myself
But it's only when you decide to
Take your life off the shelf
Begin to bend in it's ways
You gaze in a daze
Because out of this moment infinity stays

And from me to you right now
You're the one that I praise
And I thank you for the reason
To see it past the rainy season

So I have to say thanks
For making a stink
It really got me to think
On behalf of those upon the brink
Who don't want to see a shrink

See through my eyes
Then only realize
You've only got to blink.

A box sits on the roadside
Ordinary looking, but another world on the inside
Don't judge a box by it's looks
Just as you shouldn't do with books
How vast the contents held within
To let them go to waste would be a sin
But I don't take them, I leave them for others
How astounding the world when black and white suddenly turns to colors
Wouldn't it be cool if they went to a school
Inspire minds of all kinds
Showing how kowledge can be a tool
And so much more
From history, math, to adventures of all kinds on a shore
It enlivens me so much
I guess I'll think about it once more