On each persons path, there are stones-
Do you cast yours at others because you are looking behind you?,
Do you stumble over them and fall because you are looking so far into the distance?
Or- Do you use them as the stepping stones they are in that moment to better safely guide yourself because you are walking in the here and the now?


Those that throw may be lead to their own glass house.
Those that stumble may fall into a hole…
But those that see, that trust, that walk- they are on their way…
By one step, one stone, one moment at a time,
They are going somewhere

I speak my convictions ferociously...
While using word play I became articulate precociously,
Emotions spelled out, that's most of me-
Stripped down to the core...
I'm naked like we're supposed to be.
The drum I march too is the one in my chest,
That is the only medicine thwarting spiritual  unrest.
I aim only now to get all audiences affected,
Take wisdom straight to the brain...
Speak your Om's and stay connected.
Embody love and kindly refuse to be rejected-
Lies in the night by each new light are truth resurrected..
While people breathe and walk the streets shocked in silent trances,
Not grasping the reality of each life lived with no second chances..
So many cold in the dark alone in their memories,
Trapped behind closed doors and old dusty tapestries.
To crawl through their pasts over sticks, stones and ash,
I for one see the sun rather than the shadow that it casts.
Before we can heal we need to allow ourselves to feel...
Wake up every morning and decide what to make real.
Through the ruins together we must crawl.

If you see through eyes of vanity look past me.
A point compared to an idea, you can't grasp me.
Stepped outside The box, ideas expand vastly.
The image of your every emotion, you can't mask me
Rumor goes the road to hell is paved with good intentions...
Eternally enveloped in flames is the part not worth my mention.
With God as my judge when I'm subject to inspections,
Sorry sinner I filled the quota on divine interventions.
Sticks And stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me,
Made from the rib of man, it'll take more than him to pervert me.
I'm blind to the ugly and deaf to the dumb,
I have ten souls if not more inhabiting a body of one.
The body and the blood served through wine and bread,
So who will eat my pieces when I'm 100years dead?
The sorcerers stone buried in the sands of time...
If I'm alpha to omega the secret is naturally mine,
The fountain of youth is the tub in which I bathe-
I'm a thousand lives old, a thousand girls enslaved.

My depth inwards far exceeds any ocean
While for many each day is just a minute, and a memorized motion.
I'm drowning in myself, deep thoughts are shallow breathes,
The world is my last supper, eat me until there's nothing left.

It’s ok to be restless. It’s just fine to be spirited.
Some of us only want to keep all of our secrets hidden, put away.
Some of us want to write them all down…I do, I want to write them all down…
But what good is a book if it can only be burned so that it can’t burn you.
I guess I’ll just keep telling everyone all of mine,
I like to mix them up into a lot of conversation and fantastical babble everyday of my life
       so that almost no one notices them.

I keep the ones that notice…the people, not the secrets.

I never could keep a diary.

When you are ready there are things in this life you will learn to know...
Like the very subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
You must learn that love should not mean leaning and company does not grant security
you begin to understand that kisses are not contacts or contracts,
that the realest happiness is simply at it's core peace with passion and depth with purity.
You'll finally see that presents neither insure or ensure any kind of promise,
&tha;; we all get what we give in some form, karma unlike people is always sure & honest
You must begin to accept your defeats with your head held high,
And with this you'll keep your eyes ahead with the grace of an adult,
and not the grief of a child.
You learn to build your roads on good cause today because,
tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for "the plan",
besides, futures have a way of falling down mid-flight...
And time doesn't care where or for what you stand.
Anyways those instances can be the greatest and most necessary lessons
And blocks for building...
You'll finally get that your body is your temple for worship, the mind a universe worth filling...
After awhile you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much,
That sometimes playing the victim made to suffer is not a position but really a crutch.
You'll finally be sure to trust the light within and to both lead with and follow that as your source.
And that there are different journeys to the destination,
One ocean but still all rivers must erode and meander their own course.
So you should, when you are ready plant your own garden and decorate your own soul...
Don't wait for someone to bring you flowers or recognize the beauty in things with or in you.
We are born as one, and as one we are and must always be whole.