Words that i can't write
Permeations that flow through
binding grips of might
That vibrate only true

Your vision gives me sight
The same time, clouds the hue
of thinkings I'd got right
I Guess i thought i knew

Colors made from light
And feelings that shine through
I can't explain the fright
Of warmth in wind for you.

this path i wrote
wrought with missed
twists and turns and trip
wires made of pit vipers
camouflaged in ******
stripes the color of bumble
bees that make me sneeze
humbly god help me please
i hear foot steps quietly
lightly on the trail behind me.

r ~ 11/15/14

Dying slow in the mountains seemed much easier than simply breathing at sea level.

I've been thinking that maybe I was happier when I was still drinking.

I tried to write a poem called Pointless and never made it beyond the title.

Dying seems easier than breathing at sea level.

r ~ 11/7/14

fish beneath the ducks feet
and beaks to spoon the sparkles,
wind and sun and warmth meet,
ducklings bob within the marvel

gold and blue, the backdrop
with whiteness, fluffy there
waves so seem, to fold and flop
life scented, gliding on air