Just like many things
you start right from the ground
A flight taking off
to fly the world around
Or a flower digging in
to clutch the dirt below
The leaves unfolding
as it starts to grow
The ocean pushing sand
Recycling the gritty floor
Creating change
Adding the rush and the roar
A crawling little baby
Palms follow every tile
Slowly raises to stubby tender feet
and erupts in a zealous smile
Sky high buildings
Built from down low
Towering above the people
Who wait on streets below
The map of a faraway land
Buried by the mark of an X
With treasures to be found
Just like many things
You start right from the ground

A poem in motion
is interesting
indeed
As it walks among the lives
of poverty and greed
It stops at those who are always in need
even those who don't show it
And asks them to be
their own special poet

I walk across land now sea
to seek what was always mine
just a secret that's for only me
before I cross the line
I look past the clouds and sky
to seek what was always mine
just a secret that won't soon die
before I cross the line
I run over rock and stone
to seek what was always mine
just a secret interred in bone
before I cross the line
I jump, I walk, I even fly
just to catch what was always mine
and when I finally reached the line
across from land and sea
I realized that the secret
was just not meant for me.

Heavy is the heart
That knows of love
but has never lived it
Tired is the mind
Filled with knowledge
Never spoken

And all the stars looked down on me
trying to teach me the language of the universe
Not wanting their wisdom to pass me by
I decided to abandon my darkness
And join them in the sky

Magic dust
Falling
Like sprinkles on soft serve ice cream
Cold to the touch
Falling
Covering the ground in an embrace
it sparkles under the sun
Still Falling
Cold crystals
Like frozen tears
on a white, white face
Swirling down
in a misty spiral
Small silent secrets
Always falling
Until it ends
Leaving behind
cold white feathers
And the sun shines brighter
Heating up
Until the little gifts are gone
And all you have left
Are memories
of that cold day

She takes a breath
without air
Looking around
with a closed eye stare
A lifeless face
A silent sound
An ending taste
of the world around
The rich earth her bed
And a stone for a pillow
Where she will forever
lay her head.