I once had stars for eyes
a draw a pull inescapable
and you would drink from my river
and bath in my waters

At my lowest beneath the surface
I can be so sharp and jagged
and my easy floater couldnt hack it
his feet searching for shore

The current strong
as I pushed him along
A ride not soon forgotten
and mercifully I spit him out

But he'll still have to face my serpants

I weave through the crowd
realizing how tiny I am
faces blurring together
my smile jaded
watching people unwind
and ditch their clothes

One of many Key West festivals

I can feel his eyes hateing everyone
looking at me
his hand firmly wrapped around mine
hes not used to this kind of thing
and like a pit bull he looks out for me

We watched as outsiders
and it felt so good to be with someone
I  love
I cant help but see duval as a sea of lost souls
A place where paradise took too many drugs

I look into your eyes
soulfully
my mind at times falters
to insecurity
I just knew that if someone
eles could see what I see
They'd try like hell
to steal heaven from me

Once she was called storm
her wrath was pure fury
yet cleansing and vital
her nature can be unforgiving
but she would always settle
At times her calm was just
an illusion
The eye of a systematic
cyclone

Once they called her raven
feeding on dead sheep
coercing with wolves
adorned in mystery
hidden behind her long black hair
whispering messages from the gods

Once they called her firefly
her interal beauty shinned in the darkness
although by day she looked rather average
by night her light was pure inspiration
and many tried to catch her as she passed

Many names
many places
many loves
many decievers

but even at her worst they rendered
her beautiful

she's "Too crazy to live,too rare to die."

And all aspects still live
in my heart and mind
a spirit that never dissipates
with time but morphs
into a new name or kind.

I have no palate
for the colors of the rainbow
beautiful yes
meaningless to me

The color I love most
is grey
the uncertainty within it
the lack of say

Its where wrong and right mix
in a stormy display
no need to argue
the subject is grey

If I were brave I'd speak my mind
consequence failing to enter my sights
just let it all go and know that I am right
but my mouth is silenced with reason

At times I wonder if I have too much consideration

Why conscience?I suffer so

Never acting on emotion
knowing it would feel so good...

all my anger
all my fear
all my sadness

filed away in tiny cabinets

Is it strange that I hate my logic?

I am open to falling from grace
My insides misplaced as I accelerate
Free falling further and faster
antisapating the bottom with tremendous fear

The enlightenment sure to leave me breathless
Knocking the wind right out of me
But I welcome the shock
With awe

I never had trouble admitting when I'm wrong
Because I am only human we are destined to fall
while resisting this notion you seem arrogant and small
A matter of the sun and the moon

We can't always bask in light
We must delve into our darkness
and find our heart through challenges
A change in perspective is always progress