the ninth shade
embraces mountain peaks
in the pure clarity of morning

frost clings to sagebrush
in the ascending sunlight
of the third-quarter moon

and as life pauses
to apprehend the spectacle
of a wintry summer morning

my bones feel
the transition of season
as autumn draws near

If we can restore vibrancy to color
stripping layers of time
to render art new
then can we lift sound particles
from memories
laid down decades before
dab a pen over words
slandering our hearts
eliminate critical noises
that chastise
til all we recognize
is a blank slate of static
where WE select
rhythm and pace     
            
compliments      feeding our lives' diorama  

                 beliefs              entangled    
                                    between      
                                              heartbeats

we become the artist
         the symphony playing remastered tunes

Stay Strong    
                                  You are Valuable
And, most importantly,

           You Deserve to be Loved

change

something
has to change

in this statement
lies a message that could
help us change the world

the problem we have is
we don't know exactly
what it is that has to change
it's just something

let's start with ourselves
and change the only person
that we have any control of
into that shining human being
that we think should fill the world

all that needs be said
is the very simple phrase
the two magic words
imagine this

a green grassy hill
with a tree on top
a deep blue sky
one fluffy cloud

a small house
beneath the tree
an iron fence
with a squeaky gate

an old woman creepily smiling
through a cracked window
beaconing you closer
to try her red apple

and with that
i relinquish my control
made you think
haha