cat in the windowsill I cross my legs
on the smaller softer couch blinded like I
wouldn’t have it anyway else
clean glasses for the clean beams
clean left hand for the coffee
solitary where later I will not be

the year of the paper-cut slows to a trot when I squint
***** rug through narrow iris pure white in the meantime
the year of the paper-cut giving way early to first-aid spring

break, break, break they kept saying
cat in the windowsill I cross my legs
say back no, I will not

quiet melting from the gutter
quiet trilling from the guitar
quiet sunshine on my knees
quiet sidewalk waiting patient
for quiet
warm
feet

Flutter of silver wings,

The feeling freedom brings,

Flapping a harmonious breeze,

A chilly glacial freeze,

Over my tethered limbs,

Counting the Devil's Sins,

Moon-face, beaming brightly,

Shadows dancing on the nightly,

A nocturnal suave,

My heart's empty cave...

It's you against the world
And you think you're too far gone.
Lost to the point of no return,
You're barely hanging on.

There's too much pain to handle
And you'll do anything
To keep from hurting anymore
So your fighting fists keep swinging.

But there's no such thing as hopeless
You're never too lost to be found.
You don't always have to start running
As soon as your feet hit the ground.

Not everyone's out to hurt you
So let down those guarding walls.
Brick by brick, just drop them
Throw them, crush them, watch them fall.

But things cannot get better
If your feet stay on the path
That's leading you to nowhere
Except a pit of endless wrath.

So turn around right now
And give your best in all you do
Turn on the light, start doing right,
And the best will find you too.

The sun showering me with her morning kisses,
The wind purring long-forgotten secrets,
The clouds, moving, surveying, observing,
The trees whispering of tales long-foretold,
The nightingales singing sweetly of divine tragedies,
The ocean holding a secret at heart,
The stars witnessing what should be kept behind bars,
The moon mourning, the earth as it once was.

I've been walking, as of late,
In a twilight realm filled with
Dancing fairies and cruel fate.
They all told me it was myth.

But I've found it on my own;
A world that doesn't conform
To a cage made of white bone
And creates a whole new norm.

To you it might seem that I'm
Just wandering aimlessly,
Wasting the passage of time,
I did once, so famously.

However this is not true,
I love spending time under
Skies made of sapphire blue,
Topaz, and other plunder.

In this world I see so much;
I feel so alive, vital.
And here, everything I touch
Livens, becomes bountiful.

I want to stay forever
In this forest of sweet dreams
And lovely hope.  However,
Soon I must awake to screams.

Dear my small world,
It's early and teenagers are walking to school,
the sun is warm and cool,
my eyes are closing as I pass them by going the other way,
my old friend creeps on me and reminds me of a spring mountain day,
being those kids walking slow,
not knowing the episode,
but enjoying the show,
their mountains are just a brighter green,
my old friend gets in my stomach and the top he tends to lean,
the smells of anxiety and the fear of uncompleted homework,
make me smile,
I pass by swings and see my world become night,
and two kids in Florida are in my sight,
talking aboot nonsense but still returning to smile and laugh,
it becomes funny and two drunk kids in Reno take their place,
I can tell who they were but I couldn't see a face,
my old friend creeps to my mouth and my past I can taste,
I suddenly am on the swings holding my hand in front,
staring at a star,
reaching out with one eye closed I feel like I can grab it,
my eyes open and I almost take oot some teenager,
something's die hard I say,
and they look the other way,
and say, "ok crazy",
the past maybe getting hazy,
but the feelings never die.

My perspective of you will always
be the same.
No matter how disappointed you make me.
No matter how many times you mess up.
You don't have to be perfect for me to love you.
I just do.
Whether you like it or not.

That man, he's got eyes that shine,
Like the ocean in the morning time.
He comes and goes
Just like the waves,
And as he goes
He calls my name.
That man, He's deeper than the sea
And from the depths he calls to me.
He's got highs and lows
Just like the tide,
Yet through his lows
He won't say goodbye.
That man, he leaves a wake behind,
And like the sea he churns and grinds.
He's both the calm and the storm.
Always changing,
He's cold and warm
But his cold, never estranging.