a sign to create is time to meditate.
the tower of an idea indicates the shadow it will make.
a moment too soon is never too late to hesitate
if not for you, then for who’s sake?

we are falling into autumn through winter’s eyes
with no reason to emphasize the realization
that we are all one size in each other’s eyes.

be calm.  not numb.  
be soft.  not dull.
and confirming your own identity isn’t always the remedy.

you never know whats on your doorstep until you answer it.
but this is only half of a half.
you must also ask
do i let it in or take it and run as far i can?
just don’t turn away
please don’t turn away
from a seed of a shadow.

a light in a shell,

a pleasure of a treasure.
  
a crack in a bell,

a mending that needs tending.

what a tall tale to tell

and a small measure always bending.

I’ve got enough to say but enough is too much when time is out of essence and patience shrinks.  Meandering around the point can create petals around a flower or footprints on a grave.  

Trendy personality.

Flimsy in actuality.  

Your grave in your heart is holding what’s left of your mind while you lead your prickly appetite for deterioration through Avenue You.  

Those who turn away are not curious, but imaginative.  

They leave a wick for you to light their timebomb and are ever-satisfied with an infinite globe.  

Spare little attention to those who roam and always mindful of those at home.

death is just another birth.

how could we know our life's full worth?

or the difference between a gift and a curse?

life is our journey
that might only begin
during the journey in a hearse

we forget what comes first

i don’t claim to set the boundaries on my freedom.

checkpoints tend to become distractions


the trees shapeshift in the night buried deep in the sinking kingdom

frightfully stirring, unconsciously aligning through permeable borders


forwards cowards

onwards or bend backwards


a gripped touch shuffled past emotions, lowering and cowering

concealed by a brash rhythm.  


subtle inclinations shiver your frown

freedom can be locked in a box unruled.

the kingdom with a forgotten crown

and a lonely clown not fooled.


What you made will fade.
Like the sun creating shade.