I saw you,
for the first time,
beneath the light of
the dancing moon.
Your eyes,
they flicker
so much brighter
than any star in
the midnight sky.
So bright,
I was sure
you were my sun,
and my whole world
revolved around you.

I shed tears of moonlight
for every sin
I have yet to commit.

In this life
you will meet those
who hold on to your pain
like it’s gold.
They will
treasure your failures
and silently smile
when you fall to the ground.
It is their nature
to be so heartless and cold
because they don’t see
the love
they hold in their own soul.
The suffering
they see in others
gives them the illusion
of an enlightened mind.
When really
all they have
is a heavy soul
weighed down
from an egotistical point of view.
These are the souls
that will flap their wings
forever
without ever
lifting off the ground.
Then
there are the old souls.
The ones
that give their all
to living a life
that’s pure as gold.
They come from
the roughest cut of stone
carrying the heaviest baggage
under brittle broken bones.
Yet still
they smile
as they pass by
the young souls
desperately flapping
to get off the ground
unaware
of what the old souls discovered long ago
they must
sacrifice their wings
and be willing
to take the stairs
with all their baggage
with eyes full of tears
because that’s the only way
they will ever
get out of here.

What a world it would be
if the moon were the sun,
if the sky was the land,
or if darkness never won.
What a world it would be
if the dreamers never dreamed,
if the losers always lost,
or if the poets knew of fun.
What a world it would be
if Alice never fell,
if her looking glass was solid,
or if her heart was icy cold.
What a world it would be
if backwards meant forwards,
if humans never settled,
or if God's word was blurred.
What a world it would be
if everything were backwards,
if Alice was happy,
or if the hatter wasn't mad.
What a world it would be
if right meant wrong,
if white was black,
or if politicians knew of love.
What a world it would be
if the killers gave flowers,
if the lovers really loved,
or if love would alway last.
It be a wonderland of sorts,
a world made of nonsense,
but it be worth it to have
if sadness meant happiness,
if beggars gave cheers,
or if hatred meant kindness.
It be a world I could live in
if acceptance reigned on,
if everything meant nothing
there'd be nothing to con.
We would all be the same
nobody would be wrong.
If we lived in a wonderland
we would all move along.
We'd be lost in our heads
singing our own little song.

I see beyond the darkness
that lays behind your hazel eyes.
It's not something
you can hide,
like summer storms,
and sad goodbyes.
It's there all the time.
It lights up
the midnight sky,
and strikes like lightening
with a deafening cry.

I am lost to the midnight moon.
I sleep beneath her,
during the warm months of June.
I lay beneath her,
and hear her sweet tune.
It tugs at my heart,
just like a balloon.
I gave her my heart
to wrap in a cocoon.
I pray when it hatches
the sky turns maroon,
because I need her to hear me,
as I sing my sweet tune.
I need her to know,
I'm coming for her soon.

There is
blood on the moon,
a message written
in deep red blues,
warning me,
beware
of you.

There is a point
of no return
when it comes to loving
your messed up soul.

If you gaze at the skyline,
at the hour of twilight,
you will see the thin line
dividing dark from light.
In this hour of darkness,
beneath the starlight,
watch as dawn breaks,
then breaches the horizon.
In this moment at sunrise,
your mind will arrive,
to the presence of daybreak,
and the blessings of first light.
In this hour of daylight,
your mind will realize,
we must see the darkness,
in order to see the light.

Thanks for putting up with
my mood swings and blues.

I learned how to love
by imitating you.

I can hear love
in the hardest rainfalls,
and see it blossoming
in the blooming roses.
It is easy to find
when you know
what to look for,
and easier to hold
when you have
a delicate hand.

I can't wait
to see the sunrise
over California skies.
I know when I get there,
I won't believe my eyes.
It'll be a new kind of high,
to watch the sunrise,
way above the mountainsides,
into that California sky.

there are dreams
there are memories
and their difference
lays somewhere in between

I gazed at the sky,
and watched,
as the sun eclipsed the moon.
In that brief moment
of pure blackness,
I heared a calling
from the stars above.
They channeled their
radiant and pure,
bright,
white light,
through that brief
moment in time,
to just barely become
loud enough,
to call me home.

I'll cross the desert,
and climb the mountain top.
I'll sit up high,
and watch the sun
sink low in the sky.
I'll wait until dark,
when all is still,
when the moon is bright,
and shining full.
I'll write down a wish,
and burn it up,
then pray to the moon
to give me luck.
I'll coax her sweetly
to take my love,
to take it,
and give it right to you.

and from this pain
love will grow.

I sat beside
the waters edge,
and pondered
the life in the riverbeds.
I wondered how
it all began,
the fish,
the tides,
and the small
grains of sand.
It seems to be
a question to me,
just how exactly
it all came to be.
It's complex,
yet simple,
and began
with a ripple,
from the birds,
to the turtles,
to the small
little minnows.
This world is a circle,
a never ending cycle.
What lives always dies,
but secured with a tie,
will return back to live,
only to return back to die.

I am dreaming
beneath lilac skies
of a world with you
where it's easy to find
love and light,
raining down
from the minds
of those like us,
grateful,
blessed and kind.

I am reclaiming my dignity,
with every word
I hold between clenched teeth.
I don't want to talk
about anything anymore.
I don't see the point.
If I speak about the secrets,
I've locked behind doors,
It would shock,
and shake anyone to the floor.
It's easier for me to store,
these secrets in my core.
I can keep them safe there,
and keep my dignity warm.

If there is anything
I have learned,
on this journey
we call life
it is this;
time waits
for no man.
It is easy
to tell yourself
there is always tomorrow,
that traveling,
saving money,
eating healthy,
can all wait.
It amazes me,
even more,
as I travel throughout
the United States,
just how many people
think they have tomorrow.
I see strangers,
shuffle around
in supermarkets.
Oblivious to those around them.
Oblivious to what
they throw in their carts.
It is as though,
they walk through life
with eyes closed,
with a veil covering
their divinity,
their dignity.
They walk
completely unaware
of their surroundings,
of the machine
they are a part of,
and now becoming.
It is a trick of the mind,
to think that tomorrow
will always rise.
It is not a guarantee.
It will never be a guarantee,
but it is painful
for us to process death,
so we pretend
it doesn't happen,
that the choices we make
don't bring it closer
to our doorstep.
It is a pitfall
of human nature
to fear our own mortality.
It is ironic.
We are so
fearful of death,
yet make choices
that seem as though
they were placed
in front of us
by the devil himself.
I struggle to understand
how this behavior
has become
accepted,
encouraged,
particularly in a time,
of claimed "awareness".
It is time
for people
to truly wake up,
to begin the journey
of self love,
of self care.
So that they may begin
to see the beauty in death.
It is time
to choose
the healthier option,
to quit
the job you hate,
to save
every last penny,
to travel
the world without a destination,
because the time is now.
Time waits
for no man,
and tomorrow
may never come.
So begin
the journey
of reclaiming
your body,
mind & spirit.
Just start.
Just do it.
You will not regret you did.
You will regret you didn't.

I'll meet you
at the beginning of time,
where the stars
cross the milkyway.
Where Saturn spins
on a golden axis.
We'll watch
as stars condense,
and collide,
as creation reigns
through the black veil of space.
I swear to you,
we will get it right.
No more cursing at Gods
that never seem to listen.
There is only us,
drifting through space,
10,000 light years
away from home.
My love,
never have we
been more free.

I think of you
when I'm tossing
and turning
in the middle
of the night.
I can't get you
out of my head.
I keep going
over and over
all of the things
you said.
I think about
when you said
you loved me.
I remember
how you held me
so tightly to you,
I could have died
that night
at the mercy of you.
I remember
you were so warm,
and I was colder
than a winter storm.
I pushed my body
so close to you,
drifting away delicately
to dreams of our
blossoming new love.
I thought
it would last
forever.
I should have realized
that night,
there was
a blood red moon
hanging low
in the sky.

Time moves forward
with an unforgiving hand.

We're to strong for one another.
Like land versus the sea.
Constantly clashing,
fighting.
Except I'm land,
and you're the sea.
You crash against my shores,
over and over.
Day after day,
taking pieces of me with you,
each and everytime.
Slowly,
bit by bit,
you're dragging me out to sea.
You're drowning me,
and because of it,
I love you even more.
You crash against my shores
one last time.
Finally,
I give.
My heart falls into your hands.
Just like you knew it would.
I'm yours.
Your waters are to treacherous
to navigate.
I am certain,
I'm lost at sea.

I love you more
than the sun
loves the moon,
and I miss you so much
when I'm watching
the flowers bloom.
I look at the lilacs,
the lillies,
and lavender.
Their blossoms blooming,
despite the cold dew.
They remind me of you
with their purplish hue,
how you are so pure,
but always feeling blue.
I wish you were here,
your shy smile in bloom.
It lights up my world,
like the sun warms the moon.

I had the oddest dream last night. I was watching myself grow up as a child. I felt as though I was seeing through another’s eyes. I think maybe it was my great grandmother showing me the light I have inside. I’m not sure exactly why, but it was truly a gift from the other side. I felt such a sense of pride that I awoke with tears in my eyes.

I'll pray for you
beneath the moon,
and shed tears of moonlight
that reveal your truth.
I'll walk barefoot
across this shore,
collecting treasures
that remind me of you.
I'll pretend they wandered
from me to you,
like a message in a bottle
tossed out to sea.
I'll write you letters,
and burn them here,
setting you free
from my dark memory.
I'll let you go,
while walking barefoot,
but always thinking of you,
beneath the waning moon.

I love you so much,
you never miss my cues.
I'm always here waiting,
watching all that you do.
I make sure you're perfect,
not whiny or shrewd.
I'm always in your head,
controlling what you chew.
I won't leave your side,
we are stuck like glue.
I've been your best friend,
since the time you were two.
I love watching you move,
it's quite a beautiful view,
but if you make a mistake,
I'll beat you black and blue.