Your voice is telling me
a story.
Your eyes, another.
The blinding confusion,
it tells me that,
Perhaps it isn't a story
to be told,
But a chapter to be written.

I build me a rocket
and flew to the moon
took enough oxygen to last a while
and i brought wifi, to stay in touch

There's no clouds here
i can allways see the earth
i brought my telescope
keep it pointed to your house

I could cover you with my thumb
but i hold you in my hands
and i'll protect you
i watch you, so i'm safe

We were one
We are one
We will be one ..
One mankind
With several minds
And a kind of men
Backed up by
Kind & kindling women

window
i          i
n         n
d         d
o         o
window

the wood is cracking
the paint is old and worn away
lost in footsteps of forever
there's still spirits, here to stay

you can see visions
in the smoke cloud window glass
lost in smudges of evermore
wayward spirits of the past

when the fear goes away
it only runs and hides
waiting for the day
to take more manic rides

when the fear comes around
it puts me in the dirt
it really gets me down
it really makes me hurt

when the fear goes away
it always sits and waits
wanting me to stay
in those grey panic states

when the fear comes around
it wraps me in a rope
it only wants me bound
it wants to take my hope

when the fear goes away
it is only a trick
waiting in the grey
to hit me like a brick

when the fear comes around
it grabs me by the throat
it holds me on the ground
it wants to make me choke

One look.
A stare.
That's how this all began.
To end it,
I swear:
I'll never look at you again.

I think of your poems when I'm in a crowd.
I memorize your lines and recite them out loud
into a sea of unsuspecting faces,
so that they fall in love with words, like I did yours;
strung together by the wisdom of your golden graces.

I want to bask in the glory of sharing your story,
and celebrate tonight in honor of you.
If I make your poetry a part of my life,
can I become a part of yours too?

I will tell you of their laughter and smiles.
How they wept, danced, rejoiced -
how the whole crowd went wild.

I want you to hear of their praises because I think you're divine.
I'll spend the rest of my days writing odes of thanks.
Forever indebted to you and your kind
for letting your words become mine.