I felt the wind gently kiss my hair
It's arms enveloping me
It's stare as cold as ice
But ice my heart is not
And as the blood rushes through my heart
I stand head first into the wind
It may take me far away
But my feet are planted firmly
My principles resolute
And my love
Steadfast
Hurricanes, gales, tornados
They rock my base
But I know the truth
Hell, I've known it for too long
So go on ahead
Whisper into my ear
And I'll stay right here
For all eternity
My captor, my love, your force is stronger than the wind
I'll call you gravity

I long for destruction
For Erosion
For the winds to tear down the mountains
For the eyes to pierce my soul
For the words to stab at my heart
Is that not my art?

The painful prose of winters strife?
It calms the masses into the night
The earths porticoes rising through,
Towering sadness that comes back anew

My words are recycled
Reminiscent of Christ's disciples
Who shackled their sins to a cross
Only I'm the one who lost.

The devil, the jailer, the judge, and the muse
I embellish their words and stand abused

The sailor who lost his one guiding star
I'll be alone in the end
Sir Nicholas the Tsar

;; he keeps me warm, he keeps me safe, he makes me happy, he makes me laugh again. i'll feel down, i'll feel lost, but that boy will always be the thought that comes across; he is my haven, from all the distress. he keeps me here, he keeps me there, he doesn't let my mind fly into a flurry. the thoughts don't overwhelm me, the feelings don't break me; because i have that boy to ground me.

he knows me, he loves me, he wants me. he is my everything.

Bring back the night
Bring back the memories,
Of simple small talk
Boisterous egos
Promulgation's of our truths.

I've already sealed and bound
Those simple talks
In my book of life.
That day,
I risked my sanity.

I threw myself at the amber colored waves.
Where ghosts await my ascension.
And I whispered,
I whispered to you
and was met with flames.
They felt so warm,
Till my lips moved towards yours.

From my own volition,
From yours (so I'd hope).
The inner dialogue is confused:
But I'd rather be confused
With you near.

My verse is free
******, malleable, ever changing
From sadness, to peace
The cavernous confines expand
And my heart is lit aflame

My words are simple
Visions, prophesies, fortunes
From death, to life
The time between dilates
And my soul is lit aflame

My tone is steady
Musical, poetic, evolving
From anger, to gratitude
The space between magnifies
And my voice is lit aflame

My steps are fast
Running, wild, assured
From sedation, to waking
The road in front broadens
My body is lit aflame

I wish to be a stone
That all at once enters your thoughts
As natural as the earth beneath your feet
As necessary as the soil that brings life
As subtle as the trees that bring air.

For if I were a stone,
I would be immobile
I would be where you stumble
I would be heavy enough to weigh down your thoughts
But light enough to pick up and keep.

For a stone is solitary,
Lifeless, and Brilliant
and from its lack of movement
Able to remain steady
In the ocean that pours over.
I could remain that way
As a Stone, Or as a Dream.