My life is crazy
Life is crazy
Chaotic
The more
You try to
Analyze
The more
Life will show
Just how
Out of
Control
Random
Chaotic
Life can be
Just when
You think
You have
A handle
Life has a way
Of throwing
In a little bit
Of randomness
So you must
Be ready
Embrace the random
Embrace the chaos
When you do
You will start
To see
The crazy order
In all of
The random
Chaos

Conversations
In your mind
Playing out
Clouding
Your thoughts
A mile a minute
Conversations
Playing
Through your mind
Keeping you from peace
Not allowing you
To center
To find that quiet place
That refuge inside your mind
When the world comes stumbling in
Threatening your peace
Keeping you from getting sleep
Sometimes these conversations
Can seem so real
It can feel
Like these conversations
That incessant chatter
Just won't stop
Sometimes
Those thoughts in your head
Can become so constant
That you start to believe
That the thoughts
And the feelings
And the voices in your head
Are actually real
And you can begin to believe
The negative things
That keep playing through
Your mind
Sometimes
You have to separate yourself
From your thoughts
Learning to switch your thoughts
Switch your perspectives
So that you can begin to separate
The thoughts inside your head
And begin listening to
That calm inner voice
That encourages
That guides
That offers
Peace
Quiet
Calm
That lets you know
That you are beautiful
That you are
Exactly where
You should be

listen, its like this:

say you live in a cold house
you have a fireplace
when the closeness of the air
starts to crystallize your capillaries
you can go out in the yard
fetch some firewood
and providing you have sulfur flint or friction
burn the fuel for warmth


whenever you may feel
that to ward off slowing blood
you'd like to light a fire
then the fireplaces remains
an outlet for your blaze

and i will be the fuel
when i am plentiful




but here you are kneeling
twisting match heads by the wood
contemplating flame
when you turn to the pine and complain
how come you never get cold?

Your voice has settled
On the taut film
Of my ear drum,
Like an echo
It howls,
But I've hummed it
Into a soft whisper.