I find myself,
lost in a collaboration.

Of musical pitches,
listening's sensation.

To be able to find it..
and stay within its "move"

To be able to have an understanding,
its nothing to prove.

Whatever the melody,
one for every mood.

Have a healthy musical appetite
whatever your taste of "food".

A moment to change your life.
At first its just words,
until the moment happens....

Life as you know it no longer exists.
Sometimes trapped in a void
others times,
loss of emotion.

I am however trying to find the emotion
wrapped in blankets
trying to see what the "lump" really is.

When it is uncovered...
you almost wish it had stayed unseen.
the revolting site of it is more than I can withstand,
to plague on me is more than I expected.

But there you were
uncovering the "dirt"
digging with the shovels
it was bound to be uncovered
nothing can hide forever..

As I look at my "evidence"
its not what I wanted
but could something even be good with that hid so far beneath?
The answer is no, no matter what excuses I give it.
No matter the Love I have in it.

And there is my "Moment"
I awaiting the next one
Bound to change everything again.

Today I am different

I know deep inside Im the same.
But I also know my "tomorrow"
will be different from my "yesterday".

Im awake

and those words stand alone
because in that instance
it is solidified in my mind,
and to my person

Write your facts hands,
live the truths you find in your words.
Help me listen to my mind
as I type the words of thought

Help my dreams
be the breath of my virtual reality
as I paint the pictures
I want to see.

Life will be magnificent.
Not because it was destine,
but because it was my
Belief.

I'm alive and happy.

This today, I breathe its hopes for tomorrow.

As I dance in these moments,
I allow the past to float in like a familiar scent.
Bringing me goose bumps,
like a walk in the sun when your skin is still cool.

Lets us live in the now moments.
Making something new each day we are blessed to have.
Every moment we can be with the ones we love
suffocate yourself in it,
in family,
in the happiness, even if at first we don't see it,
every day brings this.
These are our gifts,
use them fully.

Wipe the sleep from your eyes,
allow the haze to clear.
Fill your mind with wonderful thoughts of you...
Because when you are knocked down ,
it's your own hand that will help you up.
Dont be afraid to be alone.
it is not a lonely time.
It is a time of reflection.
Of happiness,
and humor.
If you are not your best friend,
you cannot expect anyone else to want the job either.

Happiness and love can build what is broken,
and you alone have all the power in the world.
Life is fantastic
lets dace in all the spaces in between.

Sometimes things are simple,
but yet it seems unclear.

Letting all of the complexities,
stand in front of its "mirror".


Reflections are a funny thing,
you believe its mirroring what is true.

Putting on the falsities,
vision gone askew.


I like to be in the background,
A scene setting within the stage.

A person watching projections,
a reader that turns the page.


A make shift story through my head,
a writer for the woes.

A wanderer within city streets,
feeling the story line to my toes.


I suppose it is in the writings
to words make it seem "alive"

And feeling this is a necessity,
this is the only way to survive.



So I’ll go take a walk,
I’ll be back in an hour or two..

I'm going to get lost within the world.
Don't mind if I do...

--  Denise

Life in its progress
seems to leave things behind...

to look back for them
would be fruitless
the path that is taken
no longer belongs to them.

The Break Away

that in a friendship
no matter how important
sometimes its just enough...

Time will bring memories
and passing will bring thoughts
but may our paths never cross again...

The air is changing
as the season rises
from the earth,
from the sky.
Ive forgotten the wild flowers
that arose in the summer
and quickly faded in the fall.
my mind is now set
to the ground...
to the soil...
to the promise of new life
changes
and growth.
The focus is  to the roots...
the ones that have stayed planted
in the seasons that have changed
to drown the weak
and build the strong.
Let this be the challenge
not to garden for a day
but to live in the roots,
for the change of the summer
is more relevant in the fall.

It had been given
In an instance
With your first breath
then cry of life.
Not to be the last
Of the tears that life would ensue.
Life would turn to be rebellious
In a rally against you in a moment,
Cheering you on in the next.
Standing beside you
In every second
That would mean the world,
Or nothing at all.
You are that person
The one that is beside you
Not to say no one else is to matter
But you will make the difference
In the way you are to yourself
Whether you are pulled from the wreckage
Or left to slowly die
The decision will always be yours.
Never to say
The hand was forced
In the decision you had to make
You are always the one
And all fate is yours to change.
Remember in this life
When the angry scream in your face
Will you give them what is yours?
And let them take your sanity
Along with your mind
To be consumed with their last words
As it plays over in your head
And you wish on things that were not spoken.
Remember in that moment
It was you that was taken
There work was now done
And you are left in the confusion
Will you be able to amend yourself?
And know that it is nothing?
That you were never
The description they painted.
And in your mind
Know yourself well
Because you will always be the one