I've witnessed a multitude of things:
Things I never thought I'd see,
things that never existed,
and things that exist only in the privacy of my own mind.
However,
of all the strange and typical things I've seen:
The way she moves is the only thing that's made me look twice.

When I'm out in the cold,
and there's no one to hold,
I just remember what I've found.
A place to rest,
nothing to contest,
no one to hold me down.
So I'll sing in the breeze,
float like a bee,
and fly away with the silver clouds.
Now I wait for the day,
that it's taken away,
and I'm forced back to the ground.

But I fear not,
for all that I've lost,
because life is but a dream.
And when I awake,
a breath I will take,
and I'll ponder the memory.
I'll savor the strands,
of what's left in my hands,
and piece together the seams.
For it's all quite fleeting,
so I'll keep on believing,
that I own everything I've seen.

So call me crazy,
call me shady,
refer to me as the divine.
I've surfed the seven seas,
I've been too every country,
I have seen the depths of the mind.
So just remember me this,
these words of bliss,
so at least I can say I tried.
Because when you're lost next,
trapped in the vortex,
It is only you that you will find.

One day I looked outside,
just to see what I could find.
I saw them all dressed in yellow,
dressed up with that rain coat mellow.
With calm collected eyes in place,
and a Cheshire grin upon the face,
they all shook hands as they passed,
and spoke with a certain novelty class.

For a second I was taken aback,
spinning in a meltdown frenzied attack.
What did they have and I had not?
Why can't I be lost in such joyous thought?
Then I noticed the overtones,
and noticed the rain had started to drone.
And as the sun reflected through the drops,
I laughed with glee and joined the harvest of the crops.

And that's why I whistle when I walk,
and why I smile as I talk.
Because it'll all be gone before we know it,
so enjoy it up before we blow it.
But remember one thing before you're gone:
Soon we'll all be one-in-one.

Every once in a long, long while,
I'll stop to count my eggs.
I'll consider all I've got,
and then begin to move my legs.

I breathe in the morning's air,
as I feel out the day's beat.
I will sparkle all my teeth,
and let the rhythm carry my feet.

Though some shells may be cracked,
I never lose my pace.
I keep everything I have,
because it was there in the first place.

Little bundles of joy I possess,
all draped in lilac white.
Each one luxuriant in love,
and all together make up my life.

Because as you can see,
these aren't just one of life's trends.
No, certainly not,
these are all my friends.

The people I adore,
and with whom I can be me,
without judgment or regret,
and not a shred of uncertainty.

For if you listen close,
you can hear a precious sound.
I'm breaking through my own shell,
waiting to be found.

Found in a basket,
one perhaps not my own,
but of someone else,
someone I call home.

And as my friend looks down,
his starry eyes meet me,
a little duckling in a basket,
waiting to be freed.

Ascend to thy head,
cleanse thy poisoned, mainstreamed veins,
hear me O Great One.

There are many things I miss.
For instance,
I miss being four years old,
and eating tomatoes out of the Earth.
I miss my black cat Spooky,
he was blacker than the night itself,
but he died.
I miss my old house,
the creaky floors and long hallways.
But never have I felt such a deep longing for anything other than simply,
you.
I miss your eyes,
staring deep into my soul,
with love,
and sometimes killing me with anger.
I miss your lips,
puckered so tightly to mine,
never letting go,
and sometimes screaming vulgarity at me.
I miss your fingers,
how they caressed and nurtured my body,
and sometimes clenched in a fist,
swung towards me.
I miss laying in bed with you,
after tucking you in and as I watch you fall asleep,
sometimes with the television still loud.
I miss waking up with you,
rolling over to be met with your smile,
your eyes,
your hand in mine,
sometimes we're still tangled together from the passion.
I miss driving with you,
your ignorant but sweetened attempts to distract me,
and sometimes your yells of misdirection.
I miss vacation with you,
walking down to the edge of the water,
discussing dreams for the future,
and sometimes staying in all day.
I miss your mood swings,
exuberance brighter than the hottest of suns,
depression darker than the trenches hell,
and sometimes anger beyond our control.
I miss twirling our toes together.
I miss being the dumb one.
I miss you as the smart one.
I miss the love we once shared together,
the most intense of rushes,
most beautiful of wonders,
and sometimes the ugly duckling,
only waiting to beautify.
I miss the dazzling extremes of you and I.
But most of all,
out of all the things I could miss,
your fingers,
your toes,
your touch,
I miss the illusion of us,
the security of our hearts combined,
constantly reminding us we're together,
and sometimes deceiving the head into believing the heart.

Her face as round as the fullest moon in the skies,
her eyes blazing like the suns of scorching deserts.
From the corner of my eye,
I catch a glimpse of the spectacular.
Her magnificent eyes meet my blindness,
and I can see.
I see the crash symbols collide.
I see the rhythmic bass of the drum intensify.
I see the flutes begin to harmonize.
And I see the trumpets slice through it all with a sound of elegance,
a sound like birds before the rising sun.
The melody that inebriates the intoxicated,
the sound that reassures the insomniac,
the sounds of the coming morning.
And as the symphony roars,
the trees dance in the wind.
They dance like us,
hand in hand.
A delicate waltz between two lovers.
And as quickly as it came,
its gone.
For that brief moment,
I knew a life with her.
I spent an eternity in her eyes chasing fleeting smiles,
trying to sync my circuits with hers,
grasping for a taste of the fiber that creates angels.
"Tap two mana to cast searing blaze,"
he says.
And I'm right back where I started,
back before our eyes met for that one instant,
back when I knew nothing of her,
back to being me.

Swift is the laughter
that takes my
breath away.
As quick as it came,
it's gone,
eclipsing this beautiful day.

Into the unknown we traverse,
Knowing it...
Becoming it...
Living it...
Reconciliation of this shines light
on the darkness of the fact,
Ultimately playing a hand
in shedding the curse.

A trip of your lifetime they say!
Prepare for the ride:
Disown your despair,
get to know mirth,
dispatch all sense of malevolence.
Today is a good day.
We will take a step into a realm uncharted,
existence there is perpetual,
vibrant in the ways of the metaphysical.
Friends...
The ones long lost.
Incipient familiarity shines in your eyes,
we've been here before,
but never have we seen this place.
My tentative mind begins to discern the real.
You begin to put the mosaic back together,
each piece luxuriant in knowledge.
Back...
From a spell unforgotten,
expressing a plaintive vibe,
yet savoring the exuberance of knowing:
We are existing in a world,
that exists in a world,
within itself.

Across the beaten path of time,
Up the river bank dressed in thyme.
A broken soul waits to be met,
Complete only by the love I’ve kept.
She waits for me to sing,
a sonnet that speaks of everything.
Of deep kisses and late night phone calls,
Of adoration, joy, or nothing at all.
She can taste the words I speak,
She’s been swept right off her feet.
The breeze picks up,
Daylight rescinds,
Trees begin to dance in the wind.
I step towards her,
Hoping to feel her embrace,
I'm captivated by her unfaltering grace.
Suddenly,
The winds stop.
The trees stand still.
The water quiets.
The night is chill.
Back down the river bank dressed in thyme,
Back across the beaten path of time,
I’ve returned from the forest and the soul within,
With more energy than I can hold in.
The soul returns with me from above,
and she has become an outlet for my love.

Crimson,
the color of my
sleep.
3:30,
I awake.
A monster in my
own realm.

Lost somewhere
in the tangled thorny depths of the real,
I know not where I stand.
Wandering,
aimlessly,
around and around,
retracing my steps,
until the chance of something familiar.
An alien world I behold,
extraterrestrial surroundings and landscapes.
Seeing as nothing screams home,
I dive into the only thing I know,
myself.

The Moon sleeps and slips beneath the horizon,
while the sun wakes and takes its place in the sky.
I feel the warmth of its rays on my face,
and I feel her breath as she lays by my side.
My mind sparks and my heart begins to jump,
and when I finally roll over,
I'm met by her gaze.
Oh that expression she wears so right...
I shall awake to such perfection for the rest of my days.
And one by one,
the minutes fade,
the seconds stop,
time halts and everything becomes clear.
My thoughts, my feelings, my love, my purpose.
In her eyes I'm confirmed,
she deserves all of my years.
And as I lay there and marvel at her beauty,
she moves closer and sinks into my arms.
Her scent washes over me and surges through my body.
Here I am secure,
safe from all harm.
She's noticed my transfixed stare,
and she kisses my nose and whispers into my ear:
"I see the look of longing in your eyes,
so tell me, tell me everything you see, my dear."
That same bashful smile slithers its way across my face,
and I begin my reply:
I see two young kids so far in love they're lost in each other.
I see a first kiss and shy fingers meeting for the first time.
I see years of emotion and unexplainable feelings.
And I see gridlocked stares and naked bodies intertwine.
I see promises for the future and plans to the end of time.
I see a family ready to be brought to life.
I see our lives being brightened by the joy of living them together.
I see my first love.
I see my only love.

Catapulting into the depths of the dark,
my mind won't grasp the objective real.
Obliterated,
scared,
new.
Born again is me,
with the knowledge of possibility.

I'm here,
I'm walking down the street,
overwhelmed with endless possibilities.
I'm here,
I'm beside my troops of love,
watching,
as the sky falls from above.
Side by side we all stand,
all of us grasped hand in hand.
With a new life on my right,
and a shattered heart to my left,
we march on in the face of death.
Marble columns of power stand around us,
waiting for the moment of destruction,
a self-implosion,
a theft of reality.
Distanced in front lies the sun,
its descent upon us has already begun.
Towards us we feel the energy flow,
striking us at the heart with heavy blows.
And rolling down behind the sun from afar,
we feel the vibes of angry, wrathful mars.
We must run for our escape!
We must save ourselves from the end!
And with one slick motion,
I swept up my troops and ran.

She wore legs of velvet lined with skin of silk. And as her legs churned like the sea, her eyes began to glisten with memories of the past. The past was laying right before her, gazing deeply back at her, threatening to penetrate her iris and on into her brain. That was the last thing she wanted, for him to be in sync with her thoughts and heartbeat. So much so that it was only by the pure twist of fate that she lay here with him on this night. Tonight was supposed to be free, supposed to be without worry or fear, she did not plan on meeting him tonight. And yet, though she carefully planned and negated any sort of interaction with him, fate had its way in leading them together. She wasn't supposed to have missed the train, she wasn't supposed to have had to walk to the corner store and buy an umbrella. Yes, if she had not missed that steaming, insignificant train, she would have not had to wait in the rain. And if she had not walked into that stupid, tiny corner store for an umbrella, she would have never bumped into Angie. And by the grace of God, if she had not met Angie at that corner store, she would have not been talked into catching a few drinks with her. How could Angie have known? And if it wasn't for that naive, miscalculated decision to step inside the bar, she would have never seen him. If only she could turn back the hands of time and leave the house a few minutes sooner, she would not be laying right next to him, trying so hard at not falling in love with him again. And yet, there he was, laying right next to her, stroking her forehead as he slowly kissed the trail of his fingers. Behind her smile and closed eyes, a war raged. A fight between head and heart, a fight to the death, a fight that had been raging for years. And as her breath deepened as he kissed down her chest, she decided that for tonight, heart would win.

Love is and is not.
From zealous joy to heart break,
tread it with caution.

Everyone,
take up your pencils and paper,
guitar strings and shoelaces,
bow-ties and tuxedos,
your make-up and plastic,
and ready yourselves for the hardest fight yet.
Everyone,
paint on your smiles,
spray your last drops of perfume,
eat a hearty breakfast,
be sure to grab your briefcase,
and ready yourselves for the final battle.
Today,
we fight.
We fight for the rich and the poor,
we fight for the victims of natural disaster,
we fight for your low grades,
your six-figure incomes,
we fight for ourselves,
for a brighter future,
we fight for genocide,
we fight for holocaust,
we fight for disease and famine,
and for religion.
Everyone,
take up your weapons of choice,
cry out your war cries,
dig deep down inside yourselves to summon the rage.
Fight for me,
fight for yourselves,
for everything you believe in.
Fight for love,
fight for war,
fight for peace,
for hatred.
Everyone,
whatever you do,
fight for something.
Because,
I tell you now,
I have lost my vision,
I have lost my purpose,
I have stopped believing.
Fight for me,
fore I have been taken captive by this game we call life.

The sun wakes and stretches its rays over the horizon.
Embraced is my heart and my smile shines on.
In my dreams,
you I did miss.
When I awake,
your lips I shall kiss.

Dim the lights to match the mood,
everything will reveal itself soon.
Feelings of red and thoughts of blue,
heart and mind are contradicted by you.
But whichever way I perceive,
time passes by,
and the trees lose their leaves.
When winter passes,
my wounds have mended.
Because my love for you,
has ended.