I tripped and fell one day,
over a broken heart where it lay in shades of grey.
So consumed was I in my own dismay
that I did not see it,
though it could see me.

It had been cast aside....
or more likely, it had been set free.
Perhaps it's scars were the fee,
jagged as they were.

I mulled over the thought
as I nursed my broken pride.
I dusted off my jeans and picked up that heart,
cradled it tenderly, offered it a ride....

"Where will you go" I asked,
"I'll take you there if I can.
Though the journey may be long,
for I am just a man"....

It spoke to me then,
so clear and sincere
"I care not where I go,
though may it be away from here.
My master before you was cruel and a knave!
In this briefest of kind acts
I feel I've been saved.
Will you be my new master?"...
"Words of disaster, hush now" I say,
for I am not king
nor prince,
and you are no slave" I replied...
The heart cried.

"Thank you kind sir
for your warmth and the ride,
am I heavy?" it asked...
"No" I lied...

for it's burden was great
and had been carried for years,
this crushing weight seemed too much
for only one to bear.

"It's cold out here" I said,
"have you nothing to wear?"

"Nothing" it said
"for I have been laid bare...
and left alone in the dirt".

"Then please you take my shirt,
may it cover your hurts
if only for a while,
I'll tender your wounds
mile after mile
until you heal".

"Who are you"? It asked of me
"are you even real"?....

"I am no one" I said,
"though you know me to be real,
for we are the same."

'I have not a game,
nor a name,
nor a plan."

I am no one" I said,
"for I am just a man".....

Take a dream and make it happen
and keep dreamin'
don't ever stop
Breath in knowledge and release inspiration
don't ever stop
When you think you should stop
when the skies are gray and the rain is pouring down
don't ever stop
When no one is there for you not even yourself
don't ever stop
When it's the end of the world and all you have is a pocket knife and the girl you love
don't ever stop
When people tell you to stop
when people are shouting, hoping, wishing that you'd stop
don't ever stop
When the Man is bringing down is iron fist
don't ever stop
When all you have to make you happy is to eat, sleep, sing, dance, smoke, drink, fly
don't ever stop
Don't ever stop dreamin' because dreams are the basis of our lives
We just have to give them a chance to happen

Here in a strange world is a girl,
who lived in a town,
where everything was turned around.
She sat in the sky up on a cloud,
and said as she thought aloud...
why wouldn't it be strange to live upside-down?
where things don't fall up but always fall down?

Its something about who you are that draws me in I think.
You are my best friend, you stand on shifting sand
And even then I’ve never seen you to scared to swim.
I’m lost in this strange mix of brokenness and pure bliss,
Stuck in a twist in your open eyes and innocents.
You come alive over and over again and I hope
I can stay here in a place where I can see you,
Look into you and actually see you, its how I know
In the under tow I’m still real and have not drown,
I shudder to think when you’re not around.
But you… there’s something real about you
And I pray to a god who doesn’t exist every **** day
That for the rest of my life I can wake and think
I got to play some kind of role in making you smile
And keeping you safe, helping you grow
and getting to say,
I cant always keep you with me, but I can keep trying.
I can try to stop crying long enough be tough enough to wish you luck
Before you go your way, I hope you smile at least once
Every **** day, the big one that looks like the sun’s rays.
I wish I could just say you took my heart and ran away.
But really no one ever does especially not you.
Truth is you were the only one to ever make me brave enough
To look at all my broken dreams , reassemble bits and pieces
And tell me I was brave. You gave me sanity like air
In a void space, gave me your tears in a dry place,
You lent me your hand when I was bound
let me loose and help me search until I found
something to smile over. Your more than I could have ever known,
the only bandage to stick onto old wounds
and make me better. And I know better than to say goodbye
Or look you in the eyes when I'm about to cry
So see you later dear ,
Keep your heart whole and your head clear.

I call you and you are upset.
You tell me how I make you feel,
Head reals and steals a beat from my chest.
Words mid flight killed by the silence
Of your end of the phone you,
Hung up.
I call again and try to explain and tell you
That we are both to blame
In this terrible mess,
Both to blame for our empty chests.
I just wa...
You hung up.
I dial hand shaking heart quaking,
Do not hang up again I am trying to
Say the things needed to be said.
And I remember how every effort scares you.
You say my words are not worth a thing
And then i realized
You are still...
Hung up.
silence
not
a
thing
has
changed
I  miss you.

You can only dream of
places I have been
Mentally,
All the things
I did for my family,
All they did,
instead of helping me,
Is trying to
put sense in me,
When I come to a point
Where I am
about to plead insanity,
A room of variances,
Out of body experiences,
Mental *******,
Heart full of spasms,
The ones
my past couldn’t fathom,
This ain’t a struggler’s anthem,
But I can’t help but,
Generalize,
And I can’t undermine,
That I felt heaven,
At least on my fingertips,
I found hope,
At the brink of disbelief,
Don’t blame the postman,
If you put the wrong address,
Life is a *****,
depending on how you dress her,
Let the broken glass,
Mess up the dresser,
Rosewood, Redwood, any wood,
If I could I would,
The more I clench my fists,
the more sand I loose,
But I choose not to,
just my screws,
My life is like a travelogue,
No just ticket needed just travel along,
Like a broken pen and a moleskin,
A DSLR and an eye to watch closely,
No backpacker,
Just a bad actor,
Modern day rye catcher,
Self financer ,
A mere puppet on the string,
That life hangs by,
finding questions to some bad answers,
Putting up with bad promise makers,
When a promise may curse,
Life is just a makeshift,
Life is what you make it,
Or make of it

beauty is something
that cannot be defined,
beauty is something
like love
you know when you
see it,
beauty that I am
talking about
isn’t the sunset
so beautifully painted
or a picture perfect
dawn,
its in the lines
that cannot be drawn
its in the self aligned
rain drops
weaving a symphony
its in the birds
choosing a perfect
spot to nest
its in the bees
buzzing for attention,
its on a sunny day
when you are staring
down the sun,
its in the coincidences
that leaves you
without a reason
its in the winds
commanding the trees
calligraphic words
on the invitation
for the change of seasons
its in the quiet stares
on the rocking chair
looking for introspection
its in the child
losing his way
begging for attention,
its in the tears
that refuse to cooperate
and thats because
we have difference of opinion,
and then we reconcile,
its in the waves
testing the rocks
and then the rocks lose it
and send the waves crashing
its in the disappointments
and the clock keeps ticking
what you thought was a setback
was a disguised blessing
its in the rhymes
that are beautiful liquid
my brain is a strainer
the beats couldn’t be perfect
make your soul feel nourished
its in the female body form
alive and post dark room
that curves got you stumbling
and by form I didn’t mean shape,
its in the feeling
when you come back home
from a vacation
knowing the best view
is from your bed room window,
beauty is something
you seek
when you find
beauty is nothing more
than a state of mind

Sometimes the day after the night I don't sleep.
With eyes wide, my heart beats, with angry lines
Across my face,
looking like my crinkled sheet.
I can't think about anything.
Can't think....
So I spread my heat on the lines
Of one crinkled sheet of notebook paper,
A page that looks, I think
A whole lot like me the day after the night I don't sleep.
So I can reflect on what it is that day I wan't to be.
I guess today I am a scribbled
Poem on notebook paper,
Most normal people
Might through away.