Tears fallen from clouds
Down the face of the sky
Darkness there back round

The rumble of clouds collisions match this skies color
Deep, dark and intimidating

Why is there no sun shine?
Has it gone?
Or is it the menace behind this chaos?
The menace of the summers storm.

Who brought upon this dreadful dark encounter, of a summers day?
Pondering as I lay in my yard looking upon this storm.

My thoughts of how we all need water to survive help me
Realize this is nature surviving.
So I thank you mother earth for feeding your children
Whom brighten my everyday.

The sun hasn't gone away
It is helping the clouds feed our trees plants and flowers
To help them strive in its light.

And the darkness is beautiful  as well
For without it we could never stare at the stars to dream.

I spend hours looking at her
Beauty.
Her lustrous hair, her glowing soft skin, her eyes so beautiful.
She sits there, as I stare intently, creating my sculpted art of my one and only love.
Her giggles, make me laugh
Her eyes, give me hope
Her soul gives mine a home.
Stare I can do all day, and do. Then with her soft spoken voice she asks (are we finished?)
My reply as I make my final smooths (almost my dear)
A few minutes later I reveal a clay heart in my hands.
She says it's beautiful,  but I thought you were sculpting me.
I was my love (I replied.) I see how beautiful you are everyday.
Before I could never express what I felt about you in any just way. Until today when I never looked down at my hands and just made what I feel when I look at you.

Holding hands in society and in private is a true form of commitment.
Hold my hand while I lead you away from what makes you hurt.
Hold my hand while I guide you to your light.
Hold my hand in compassion.
Hold my hand during times of grief.
Let me know you are truly listening by holding my hand.
Congratulations,  shake my hand.
It's a bet, handshake confirmed.
Let's hold hands and be there for one another.
Help me be brave, let me know I am not alone,  take my hand in yours.
High five congratulations,  turn into a hand shake.
A handshake turned to hug goodbye.
Hand over hand shake of I will miss you.
A hand shake turned to bro hug, while saying goodbye to a friend.
A hand shake to share our emotions and introduce our souls.
A hand shake to confirm a end.

Whenever I lose the sense to believe.
I just look around at all the people who support and believe in me.
Strength not only comes from your heart, but also the hearts of those around you.

The darkness is the only one to show us the stars that we dream if one day reaching.
Our darkness helps us see the light in our future, the light we need to focus on to reach all that we dream.
So please do not interpret my darkness as morbid. When it's the most important thing I have to help me find serenity and peace through my minds dream.

Cold beer matters!
All beer deserves to be treated the same.
It doesn't matter what state it came from or how its brewed
It is someones love.
All beer is equal when it comes to relaxing from a long day. Doesn't matter if its a port a lager 16ounce or a pint as long as its cold there should never be judgment.
We can all get along knowing our tastes need not be the same to share our love for barly and hops as long as we agree on just one thing.
Cold beer matters!

Mist green seas
Sky of red
Mislead life
In side my head

Air so dense
Crushing my lungs
Wishing I were someone
I was all along

My head is spinning
My mind a race
Getting claustrophobic
In my own space

Wanting not knowing
Having yet stealing
Laughing as I cry
Sitting here grieving

Sky of read
Life mislead
Stuck with living
Inside my head