You
Me
This life.
Something we do.
Something we want to do.
Something we fight for and take for granted.

Stopping to smell the roses but only when there are roses near by.

Reminding ourselves that we can take the time to find the flowers we want to smell and prioritize appreciating their beauty.

We have the time, and yet our time is spent doing so many other things we don't want to do just so we can do so many other things that we want to do.

We waste so much of our time and yet I can't help but wonder if I even want to spend my time searching for flowers and smelling them when the spontaneity of smelling flowers and appreciating their beauty when they come into my life is a simple joy that I chose to keep and remember.

There's so many things to do, not do, want to do, not want to do, say, not say, appreciate, take for granted, love, loathe, but most importantly love and the things and the people and the places and the moments, the time that we have is so long and twisting yet short and fleeting, meaningful, yet boring, exhilarating, yet pointless and profound, so profound to hold you in my hands and look into your eyes and hold your tiny body against mine knowing you've been fearfully and wonderfully made.

Rip it open
And the blood spills out_
We watch through our screens as it runs through the streets.
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We can mute the screams
And they come and they wash it all away.

I long for cobbled stone roads
Dim lit stone stairs climbing with ivy
Up buildings built by Romans
adorned with flowers and intricacies
Details honed by Craftsman
Delicately drafting
the landscapes we live in
Unlike the concrete utilitarian steel and glass pillars and highways
Their plight on our journeys in life
To benefit the productivity
but detriment the soul
To capitalize no matter what the cost
Leaving me longing to nap
in a park with Parisians
For fresh baked baguettes on a bench with a bottle of burgundy
For mosaics made of glass in cathedrals built centuries ago
Over billboards and neon lights,
the flashing and screaming
products for purchase
Let me get my dinner after the people have had their naps.
Let it be an occasion
not a necessity to get by
Let's walk the city after 10
while the sky is still bright
Waiting for the dim street lights
to light our way back
To another day of walking
cobble ****** streets

There was a time when I was worried about the future.
It seemed all my plans I had spent years making were gone.
I had so many ideas of what would be, decided.
With great thought and consideration, I chose to abandon it all.
I chose to take the present as an indication that the future I had planned
Would not be the future I would meet in time passing.
So I burned it to the ground.

I found myself in a place of uncertainty.

Where would I go?
What would I do?
Now nothing was set in stone.
So I took to the present.
I took to working on me; in hopes to bring a future worth living.

I chose to work on my body,
For a healthier, stronger, better me
I chose to focus on school,
For a smarter, more marketable self
I chose to get lost in composing,
For my soul, my emotions, my creativity
I chose to be with you,
For my happiness,
For a better everything.

My future hasn't become more certain.
I didn't make better plans.
I’m making a better man.
So that no matter where I find myself
I can be the best I can.

The way she giggles
When I kiss her neck.
Her curling, sea of hair
As we dance around in bed.
The way she sings “hey”
When  I venture too far,
As hands and lips explore
What they've been yearning for.
The way I can’t sleep
When she’s wrapped within my arms.
Dreams seem less appealing
When I could be listening to her heart.
The way we say sweet dreams
But never go to sleep.
Yet still have better dreams
Than any man could ever conceive.

I used to live in an oasis
It seemed all around me, was nothing but smoke
Well, as soon as winds picked up
It blew away the mirage and left me with a ghost

So I wandered deserts for a time
It was a pleasure to burn
Ya know, ships at a distance
Have every man’s wish on board

They say no one’s ever made it to her heart.
I say no one’s ever tried.

I swallowed sand and fever
I traversed the stones of old
Harpies sang their silver songs
But my lust it runs for gold

So I walked the withered path
And I paved a road of veracity
As I approached her garden’s gates
My chest pounded with audacity

They say no one’s ever made it to her heart
All who journey past here die

My heart pounds!
And it pounds!
Baby let me in!
I’ve got something, that you’re needin’

I can feel the iron crackin,
I can hear the metal move,
I can see the emeralds glisten,
And not a moment too soon!

They say no one’s ever made it to her heart.
I say no one else is me.

Falling In Love
It’s a downward spiral.
Everything spinning
And yet despite all
The bruises we get
As we crash into the cliffs
The splash at the end
And what’s left of the mist
Is more than enough
To suffice the need
Of the neediest lovers
Whoever they may be.
But when the mist coincides
And the water lays still
Is there anything left
But the bruises that didn’t heal?
So the fall starts again
And the sores multiply.
The heart begins to tear
And the soul begins to cry.
As the bruises become cuts
And the cuts become scars
We fall out of love
And become who we are.

It seems, such a sad solstice.
This day, is filled with such bitter bliss.
Of beauty, as the trees give away their leaves.
Their joy, as the colors bless the breeze.

A hand held makes a heart hot,
When the hand that is held holds a heart and knows not.
Hells fire rise, flood the levy,
When her hand holds not his and his heart grows with envy.
The rush, the uproar, the rage, no more!
The fire grows higher as heart prepares for war.
Dark eyes stricken with lusting desire,
Dropping Cupid's for arrows of fire.
As war wages on, heart's fire turns to ice.
A chill that no love, shall ever suffice.

I'm sorry,
I'm not the boy I used to be.
I'm a man that can't tell if he's standing or falling.
Weighed down by chains that used to be comforting.
Challenging change that seems to be calling me.

I'm holding on to the past and embracing the future.
I envision the crash and the outcome that is unsure.
Bring on the fire, but leave me my comfort
Cause I just don't think I could make it without her.

I've got this weight on my shoulders, everythings getting colder,
Ya know its hard to stand straight when shes pulling me over.
I just want to be warmer, someone set me to smolder,
and when I catch fire I'll hold my composure.

Watch the world fall to pieces and when it all ceases
I'll pick it back up and smooth out all the creases.
I'll look back at my work and wonder the reasons,
Remember the fire, but never release it.

If I had to spend eternity in a room,
I'd want you there.
Of everyone I've ever met,
I think I'd enjoy you the most.
You make me smile more than anyone.
You leave me laughing all the time.
Everything makes me think of you.
I wish I had the choice to be locked in
a room with one person for eternity,
Just so I could pick you.

I can't imagine how hard it would be,
To hold the heart of a poet.
I can only imagine the words that I'd read
Would start with a passion un-stoic.

Dreaming delights and sweet spring days,
Starry summer nights and skies without grey,
Words that whisper warmth and want,
That'd speak of love so nonchalant.

Then slowly or suddenly things would stop.
Maybe then a poem.  A rain drop.
Then another, and another, and another.
A secret tempest witthin my lover.
The lightning, the thunder, I'd feel it but never see
The full extent of the storm she was writing.

Then, at last, through the dark depths of night
She might spot herself a little candle light,
And dream that it was a sweet spring day.
And that's all it'd take to whisk her away...

I can only imagine the words that she'd write
As she pull away and head toward the light.
I can't imagine how hard it would be,
To watch as my poet walked away from me.