White, grey, then black
In and out, now all blurring together
Fading, ever so gradual the display
Fainter the colors become,
Dreary and mellow, no longer
The darkness pervades, grief

Sadness and regret, intertwined
The goddess of the sea mourns
Her wail echoing in the winds

Stormy seas and choppy waters
Boats tossed upon the rocks
Mangled bits of driftwood
Glass and seashells scattered
Neither close nor far
Simply everywhere and nowhere

A sudden crack, a slice of hope
Golden hues prevail at last
But the damage is done
The pieces scattered and broken
Only time will truly tell
Whether the broken can be made whole.

Little puffs of smoke, exhale
condensed water in the air.
All around you, surrounding you,
through the trees it rustles.
Why does the wind whisper?
it sings to you a story,
a story often told throughout.

Choices made, quickly decided,
Do we linger a moment more?
Do we hurry on our way?

We can learn much from the world around us,
if we wish to take in and synthesize
take the time and discover a natural world.

Time, time, always time,
for I must pen a rhyme.
Tick, tock, slowly tick,
a habit I must quit.
Minutes rule my thoughts,
and hours sadly too.
I must learn to forget,
but also to remember.
First learnt this time is best,
that time can never hold you.
You hold the key to time,
even as I end this line.
Don't ever let time rule you,
for it will only ever fool you.

Light enters, clouds fill with color, birds chirp
awaken from your deep slumber
its time to begin the day anew.
Consciousness pervades the mind,
cognitive processes begin
thoughts begin to tumble
as blurry eyes peer around you
a slight deception from your dreams.
this is not the big white house you dreamt
this is the prison that had held you
dank and dirt, deterioration of the senses
how will your mind survive...
boredom and monotony rule the day
but wait, can it be?
Yes, sweet freedom at last!
but what to do, who to be and where to go
years have past and lives have changed
the past is gone and so has your former life
friends no longer remember,
family has spent so long trying not to care
that they somehow almost erased your memory
a black smudge on the wall of the mind
thats all you are, how did this happen
lost, confusion, inner turmoil
how did one decision, one moment of explosion
trigger this decimation of your memory?
how to be human, how to be on your own
basically how to be free.
but freedom is not all its cracked up to be... is it?

Escape... or simply a brief reprieve
Lose yourself in the tangle of the trees,

Part of one, or part of many,
Trees blurring past, a glint, a sparkle....

Catching your eye, to re-enter the world is the choice.
Pause.
Center, always remember to blur the edges
One step, then two. Slowly forget the world around you

Forgetting and yet remembering,
Losing yourself but at the same time discovering more.

Receding back as the ocean fades from the shore,
mere memories remain traces of what was, a shell waiting

Focus, focus.

Thoughts center, take in everything yet focus on nothing
Your best thinking is done this way.

Suddenly a sound pervades, permeating the silence
A soft whistling as the wind rushes past,
A humble gurgling as the river tumbles through the rocks
A higher note, a sweet tune finally bringing back awareness

Back to the world, the sounds and tangle of thoughts
The stillness and silence was nice while it lasted...

Tracing, ridges, over and over it repeats.
Black on white and white on black
color seeps through the space
lines lines, shapes and forms
Blurrs the lines, reality or fantasy.
Dreams, fly away with your mind
while thoughts evolve to plans,
plans evolve to action.

Such subtleties, tools
the instruments of your trade
the means of your dreams come true.

Perfection has no definition
a beholder's eye acts as judge.
Opinion, all evaluation based on disposition
good or bad, beauty or beast, art or junk.
One man's trash is another's treasure

Information, texture, another mind
Dreams laid bare for all to see
My heart, my soul, my fragile dreams
All have wings to fly sky high
On and on, up and over
floating with clouds and rainbows
All possibilties considered,
dont hold back, release your inner self
expression in its purest form.

Paint, pencil, camera, film
fantasy and dreams become reality
Springing to life, *creation is complete