A stony gaze wanders as a buoyant breeze
But sorrows blinds blow in a storm and the solemn bust outcries
The thunder cracks
The lightning zaps
Childhood flashbacks
Scream inside my gut
I've been rejected enough
The hardened boy plays tough
And stubbornly pushes away
From the shores of a living grave
To a ship with a drunken crew
Floating as ghostly imprints play
Wailing to eclipse my pain
But on shore life remains
With no wings on which to escape
And in the cabin below the day
The frightened child hides, afraid
Its beaten soul whimpers requests
But the sunlight doesn't reach the deck
Blackness exhumes an awful stench
Eating at my bones in flesh
- I look toward the door
With a ball of fury raging red
Playing repeat inside my head
My body turns to heavy lead
What more will it take
To finally make the step
From the tears I've never wept
To the love I've never kept
The exploded shards I've never swept
Shattered pieces of empty concepts
The broken mirror I defiantly reject
Satan laughs while Angels detest
As I fail once more to accept
The man staring back at the child

Let you heart be your guide
And see the truth that lies inside
Release the stress pain and fear
And be the love that's been denied

Rest your soul in the windowsill
Let each moment be fulfilled
The budding trees don't control the breeze
The let their presence flourish still

Listen without the need to understand, be the river and not the ****
See with the eyes of the universe, forget all and you may remember
Be still, question only the questions
what you believe to be true, may well be false
So know, until the wind disappears and you begin to blow

Another day
Found precious breath
On a beach
With sand

Fire to ashes and ashes to fire, to be authentic permeates my desires

I drift with the driftwood
Blow in with the breeze
I love you and I love you
Until all becomes sweet

I am the earth so I have no name
I am just a moment
Again and again

Is it too late?
please dont make me bear - the bland walls whitened by the guise of death.
Is it too late?
the queasiness laughs lavishly - when will I die? If I continue to feed
Is it too late?
to Live or to die? I lie motionless in between
It it too late?
to choose magnificence glimpsed in hints behind my eyelids
to be the ancient winds gusting out of nothingness like Celtic fiddles, changing raging seas into misty green beckonings
Is it too late?

here I lie.  the deadening grasped me again.  I knew it would come.  I did my best to prepare. Was it enough?  Did I finish bridges to escape on the night?  Only time will tell, and what a devil it has become.

The storm clouds are brewing
The ravens are circling
The wind is a whispering
The trees tonal humming
The prayer flags are waving
The sutras are praying
The lamas are speaking
Listen to what they are saying