It'd been a while since I unfolded the crease
overwhelmed with questions I opened it slowly
I struggled to read, as I could barely see,
but I made it through, and it reminded me...

                        You always knew the answers,
                               you always made me try,
           you always told me you were proud,
                    and it was okay to not be right

  I was flipping through an old picture album,
the one you made me when I was little,
   Tuesday nights and the London Eye,
school plays and that wagon we made,
I still offer help, to those in need,
but I no longer think with childish greed

I am becoming the woman
you knew I would be...
I wish you were here,
I wish you could see

I re-read the last letter you wrote me...

From God-knows-where,
you answered my prayers,
and I hear your message
loud and clear

I will explore the world
because you opened my eyes..
like poison pulsing through my veins,
I'm addicted to flight,
no matter how far,
no matter how high

I am strong,
At least that's what I my friends believe...
I wish you could meet them,
I wonder what you'd see...
There's a few that you would really like...
A few that mean a lot to me...

I went to California, we planned it for a day,
packed a few bags, got in the car, and simply drove away...
No body could believe it... (they all think I've gone insane)
It sounded like a memory, an escape from all the pain

I was sitting on the mountain as the sun was going down..
thinking to myself how you would've brought me to this town
and as the single tear I tried to fight fell slowly to the ground,
I whispered an audible thank you and excused any remaining doubt

You are here and every where,
you guide me through each day,
turning traffic lights to slow my rides
telling me when to leave, telling me when to stay

you still know exactly how to make me see, that life is one big mystery
full of adventures and unexplored roads,
I'll set cruise control and you can show me where to go
While we reminisce on the stories they've told

Change.
Its funny how things do.
I can't even explain in how many ways,
things will never be the same.
Am I responsible for this mess?
Should I delegate someone else for this?
He told me change was the only constant
but is it really for the best...?

I am doing what you've wanted,
and I'm sure you already know,
but thank you for pushing me,
and making sure I go

               You've always trusted me
Even when things went a little bit wrong,
you knew that I'd fix it and it wouldn't take long
so you bought a few books and told me to cook
for the first time ever, I was proud of my work

You never missed a show
From ballet to choir concerts,
talent shows to football games
gymnastic meets to farmers markets
to the clumsy, care-free, dancing duo

You always held my hand
Rough, and dry from a thousand shoe laces tied
but soft and familiar and never looking to fight
when things are hard and my energy's drained,
I picture your hands taking away my pain

You always were on time
I sat at school the other day,
waiting for my ride,
thinking about you, as I usually do,
wishing it was you that was stopping by

I break down sometimes
You were my rock,
my sounding board,
my only voice of reason,
you held me together
told me always to be better
you never let me down

I wish you were here
The days are getting harder it seems,
my life is changing so quickly
I'm loosing control, but I'm gaining some more,
I'm just not sure where you want me

What now?
I'm sorry for all the questions,
I don't mean to have so many,
I just can't stand to tell myself,
No one is ever ready

She sat down to write about her hearts painful cry and as the keys clicked the black dash, the memories were swept

Here, Now
She reminded herself

She tattooed it on her left index to hold space when she would forget to remember
to remind her, to be present
to remind her, to slow her thoughts
to remind her, to stop her thoughts,
and listen

here, now
Angels whispered

She was here, in the now, of the present moment of this time, and suddenly she realized that all the words began to rhyme, when she set aside the need to control the signs, and allowed the moments that felt Divine
a

Beautiful
Living
Imagination
Sitting
Still

Rewind

Flash forward

SIT STILL.

BE. Here. Now.

The Angels Screamed.

In their melody that sounds like something only the Heavens could sing
a vibration so high your whole entire essence feels light
a living breathing embodiment, of life, is here, now

Challenge the open spaces and new faces and meditate freely in the grace of your BEing
for YOU are a BEing, a LIVING BREATHING BEING, of LIGHT

YOU, you are enough.
YOU, you are stronger than any dagger.
YOU, you are loved.

Here, Now.
They stated.

In the here, in the now, there is nothing but ever lasting, unconditional, plentiful health and wellness, for all,

The Angels sang out,

"For YOU are ME, and I am WE, and WE are EVERYTHING, you see?"

A wire wrappers dream,
seems the plan was Supreme
in path way of choices blinded by sight
the artist didn't see the Light
when the Mother called late that night
his attention span was traveling through space and time,
fighting Demons for those who gave up fight,
but why was it worth the sacrifice?
Why wasn't she worth that time?
She used to hold more weight in those spaces of life,
Does he know that moment pushed the line?
Finally feeling the weight of the grind,
became too much for his state of mind

Da da,
Da da,
Da da,
Da

You made a promise to the Divine to stay straight and in line and, all the sudden it,
Wasn't

Now what?
How many second chances?
What is the breaking point of the cast over shadow that keeps stealing your light?
The Angels showed up every morning, and came back full force every night
Never breaking stride on the moments your eager to hide,
You try and find your disguise and the plain as day face shines
Shines bright

Da da,
Da da,
Da da,
Da

Is this what you say it is,
is this what you see
is this what you claim to know
or what you claim to BE

Within a half a click of a seconds time the wall clock holds space to constantly remind
US of what we came here to SEE
US, of what we are destined to dream,
US, of, everything
Like,
Da da,
Da da,
Da da,
Da

Is this what you say it is,
is this what you see
is this what you claim to know
or what you claim to BE

Stuck inside my mind,
trying to find what it's worth.

I tore apart my heart,
just to see if it would hurt.

Analogies and metaphors never seem to help,
because the only one who doesn't understand them is myself.

I know you can SEE me, go ahead and take a look. I know that you can read me, I am an open book. That just so happens to get put back on the shelf. Never asked to get pushed, I don't need your help. I'm perfectly capable of destroying myself with my guns blazing and my lungs screaming. Ready to **** any demon that's facing me so I can, basically, make for me, a little place to be slightly above average. Everyone has baggage, but I have more than an airport and train station combined. That's why I'm make-shifting mine into something like music, that's obviously for you ears. If only you could hear half as well as you can SEE
No sweat. It's not like I expect to win this bet. But, I'm still playing my cards. Because once upon a time the moon and Mars along with the stars could have been ours. But scabs turn to scars after just a few bars. Depressed and broke I looked upstairs and spoke

"I have holes in my boxers and even more in my socks, sir. And this grey sky above is killing my sense of love. I'll put all my issues in these shoes, then on top of you. Just so I can prove the sky isn't blue, we've all been lied to."


Why do you keep running through my mind? Can we slow down and walk? Can we sit down and talk? Or are you, too, eager to become a believer?
"Maybe she's a deceiver come to steal away your leisure and keep it beneath her."

What if she's neither?

I prepared for the fight of my life. Until she held me and began to tell me...

"Tony, I'm more impressed by your tattoos than your battle wounds. Now lock away the sad in you, I came here just to rattle you and drag a smile out of you."

I replied "Hopes and tries with wide open eyes disguise the demise that hides behind the lies to the who's? The what's? The when, where's and why's."
But not the how's.
Those are in the clouds floating through your house, made of the cigarette smoke that falls out the love-hole you call a mouth. What the hell are these halls about? There's hardly any room for rooms. So it is safe to assume the broom can't go in the closet. That's my skeleton deposit, or whatever you call it.
Like I'm in a cage at a rave, I'm a rage-aholic. I love this book but find this page, appalling. I'm uncertain if I should turn it, or burn it. What if when I learn it I find the verdict disturbing?

Merely retreated, I have yet to be defeated. Maybe one day I will actually be able to slay the demons I keep at bay, like I do with all the ones that stand in my way. Face them, no fear. No one stands here, except me.

I am the ruler,
I am the king

I can outright out write any song you can sing. Pulling my pen out of my pocket, I'm unsheathing my sword because I've felt this feeling before.
Like your favorite guitar player reaching the cord that gets you every time like it snuck from behind.
I grabbed my book of rhymes and began to climb out my own grave, so I might be home late. Don't bother to wait up, I promise I'll save us.
Even though it burdens me like a thousand times of gravity,
there is not a place I'd rather be.
But, actually, I'm slightly sad to see that you're automatically having me ecstatically jumping out my seat. What this means, is my dreams are pushed out the slip stream and then it seems to have ripped seams like some chick's jeans.
I can't have that.
So how about you stand back? I'm going to need room to drop bombs...
BOOM
In this mind of mine that you can call a tomb, your face is barely seen like the moon at noon.
Your voice still haunt me, though I'll fix that soon.

Stuck inside my mind,
couldn't find what it's worth.

Tore apart my heart,
and it didn't even hurt.

Analogies and metaphors never seem to help,
because the only who doesn't understand them is myself.