"I live in the now. "

              "What about the future?" one asks

                                      One day, the future will be here
                                                        and you will wonder where these times went,
                                                                       and sadly, I will reply

                                                                                 "I believe it was merely wasted time spent."

the trees talk to me
as they move,
calm, free,
with the breeze
that's all they do.
you see the tops lean in
toward one another, to shelter
from the storm of
experience.
as soon as i forget about
the trees, she leaves.
i call for her in
my heart, but there in
lies no return.
the dark clouds have moved
in, so as always when they do,
the trees invite me for
shelter, but there's
no room for two.

i stand at the motel balcony
watching as the junkies
walk aimlessly toward their room
pock marked and helpless.
i light my last cigarette of the night
and think of how i
should be dreaming
of new stories to write
but i say to myself
there is no story.
only an end.
i flick the **** and take a last look
at the sunset before i
slam the door and drink
myself to sleep.

to be free in a world that is not,
your illusion safe with me.
but do not come to me with your horror.
For truth comes from within and
we only see the sun in the sky
and not of our souls.

The mind- a blank canvas for some.
To throw hues of joy upon their spirits
and color their souls for the world to gaze in awe.
The mind- a steel cage for the rest.
Subjected to the wills of the many
whom steal their innocence and
tear down their carefully constructed walls.
These people, they try to control something with concrete thinking
and dogma, but the world is anything but controllable.
I see their rulings as fear. They live out of fear, I out of love.
Who is the real ******* enemy now, huh?