Like the beginning of a new book it's just so good

Characters, spaces, a cheap date and a passing look
She just might burn

Can you smell anything through the tears
Can you see anything

Happiness being choice I don't know who is in prison now
With the sun going down its only a small amount of time before it gets back out

I won't make the same mistake twice
But I do see darkness down the line
I do see a future where light is needed
I do see a time where freedom was a quality not mere thought and I had to gave up
She cheated

I do not hold anything against the world
I understand fully who we can be
I have seen a much larger description
A challenge to most In reality
Mad at the changes others fold into their  palms
Listening to each virtuous poem

We call them psalms

An artist with fire
A heart scarred like the stripes on a tiger
Drawing lines dark and blurry dreaming of a time we were one
Oil on the canvas shaping the sad faces of the moon and sun
A significant twist in life like a knot in a noose
Why has the light left me why is it I'm searching so soon
Years wasted while I waited patient,
And all you had was a story swept away from a selfish feeling of swoon
It's sad to see, it's hurtful to hear its terrible to touch and scary to feel
Wishes given away and dreams mean nothing
An artist spun on life wearing a quilt hiding from love
Star chasing and looking above waiting on the call knowing the void is coming

As you wait patiently for me to come around.. I will be a magic dragon floating on a cloud
High above the universe drifting and gazing at its beauty
Staying safe from lies and heart break
I was yours truly!

Loving myself until earth freezes
A long time to feel warm
A long time to be happy
a long time to be alone  
A long time ago what happened!!!

Being chased by the big man...
I ran and I ran just as fast as I can
To where all the wild flowers grow
To Where oneself could find the seeds to sow.
To a place so magical even the big man wouldn't know!
I ended up creating a life I love!
A child made from intention, Elijah he is my son!
Broken hearted not too long after. Barely had time to recuperate something I would call a lovely disaster...
Forever scarred with pain that's buried
but not a day goes by without me letting myself know no worries
On to the foothills of the huge sacred forest
big red trees, a lively space,
A place born for a poet
Wrapped in an artform created by healers, torn between regret and growth to be told I Was the card dealer.
Everything changes... Perception, views even the way you see
A lovely new way of living its probably the best place to be
Oregon is home
A family in its own
The color a different here
And you live in faith loving your ability to face your fears
Not wasting time on detached souls
A community with an open mind
Letting you enter into what's real
We begin to trust ourselves here understand what love is and get to know the family bears...
They watch you and understand!
They feel you and let you know through love and care.
They want to be your life long friend and family
they see only your brightest future
Why wouldn't I leave !!!

This is what happens when you mix time with magic

I appear with smoke, turn translucent, mystify and vanish

Speak Truth. Teach Lessons, Preach Wisdom and paint canvas

I'm to young for this who wants to take advantage

Of a young mind outing out the enemies
Walking tall against the storm and chasing down fallacies
Trying to reach the goal of an everlasting epiphany
I shout out loud we are the infinity

I'm here for Us
Sharing Omega amounts of trust
Tearing up the ground beneath me as I take this plunge
I'm giving you my all love
be careful as we begin this run

I'm fragile, not easily broken but a youth in the ages
We can share every angle and every shape of these magical places
Lets build together a fortress in the forest that love Embraces
And a castle where the children have constant smiles on there faces

Happy spaces

An artist with fire
A heart scarred like the stripes on a tiger
Drawing lines dark and blurry dreaming of a time we were one
Oil on the canvas shaping the sad faces of the moon and sun
A significant twist in life like a knot in a noose
Why has the light left me why is it I'm searching so soon
Years wasted while I waited patient,
And all you had was a story swept away from a selfish feeling of swoon
It's sad to see, it's hurtful to hear its terrible to touch and scary to feel
Wishes given away and dreams mean nothing
An artist spun on life wearing a quilt hiding from love
Star chasing and looking above waiting on the call knowing the void is coming

As you wait patiently for me to come around.. I will be a magic dragon floating on a cloud
High above the universe drifting and gazing at its beauty
Staying safe from lies and heart break
I was yours truly!

Loving myself until earth freezes
A long time to feel warm
A long time to be happy
a long time to be alone  
A long time ago what happened!!!

Out of the void I lay silent!
Out of my mouth come words of the mindful
Returning to love, this time not blinded
Happy to be free, she helped to remind me

Love yourself

Stay balanced and well fed
Stay beautiful and well kept
Nurture your own flower and learn to accept
The smiles and cries of life and death!

Love yourself

We can keep running into walls and falling off cliffs
We can jump off of waterfalls
And cease to exist

Or we can love ourselves and plan on receiving gifts
Take one day at a time with a blessing and a kiss

Love yourself

Learn to hold each other in times of need learn to feed the fire under our feet
Learn to love one another and teach each other peace
Forget about the struggle and share our sweets

We can be ONE
We CAN do this
It's our time to run things
It's our time to uplift
It's our chance at succession
This chance is our GIFT

It's time to love ourselves lets never forget! To get with it!

The wish never made it to the star
Remember sight seeing the flying lights
Remember San Diego on that last crazy rainy night
Remember the time I gave you keys and you lost them
Remember the time I would take outta my day just to do something really sweet to make you smile!
Think for a minute
My divine is asking me to do this
I cannot return an unchanged man
I can only give back what is necessary to live
And for the sheep this is but a game we played well I called it love and you called it ****

This is for the poet that never wrote.
On the day he shared, the poet gifted a quote

Inspire the creative.
Words to change the world

A blanket to the newborn
a chalice to the gods
A sacred sword and a magical wand
the poet ventured out on a quest to heal the mind
Never to forget where he started the poet became lost in time!

Using symbols and characters as he displays his  love and frustration
Lust, lies, trust, light and aggravation
Everything seems to be changing
A constant spiral of life the poet is claiming
The ups and downs never go away and it's his last chance at salvation

What's the poet to do..

Well he obtains anything he can to prove things different!
Taking time out of his day to prove YOU ARE GIFTED
Leaving the poet to ponder why only some have shifted and others are covered still with a veil of I don't know forgetfulness!

Releasing a gift to the world is like when the sun rises and the plants wake up

The poet understands this and on a Day to day his mission is to gift and give up

Gift a new way of thinking, gift a new way to heal, gift a gift just to keep giving, delivering only what's real

We are all poets we are all givers and we are all the same
As different as we all look the option to create is just as easy to gain.
The bird builds it's own nest right
Why can't the world make a change

A ghost rider never to be understood,
Never to be seen touched or heard from,
A puzzle not solved

A mean way to say an angel has disappeared
Goodbye cruel world back to the never ending abyss of self
I am only your mirror

A glass house made of steel, a pretty site to see but no where near
Nowhere in site and a scattered thought of deception is what's real

If I spoke to soon say something, I believe I have waited long enough..
Stood inside of muddy waters waiting on the muck to dry up
The sun is coming

A ghost rider without a horse.. No stallion or saddle
No shoes no shirt...
He is wild

Hello beautiful world, stay for a while

Colorful.
A blind artist painting on a canvas
With no memories of wasted space
Time collapsing
All he sees is a prism of color

Believing beauty comes from within he only thinks of others
Missing life, he stays in a meditative position seeking a greater understanding of life itself

Wisdom is applied as matter  unfolds and wraps itself however it chooses, we then see god in its very image..
The epicenter of creation

Minuscule to the entirety but right here and right now the artist is all we know
The ones who painted a pretty enough picture for us to remember... That's our existence

I will choose to make a difference
He said...

It's power. It's love. And it's all we have.
Solid hands to create, a solid mind to see, and enough time in the world to say do or be anything!

He wants to know the whole **** universe and he won't stop until He has been in the essence of love with all of the shapes sizes and colors of every squared inch in existence...
He will be one hundred billion and beyond
I am he and he is I
I am love and love is you