It feels luminescent
will us to the wind
– forward to true
meadows, glance towards
a time understood.

I want to be moved
Day to day
To revel
To  weep
Even in strangers conceit

But why can’t the thing that moves me just be my own two feet?

You showed me there was more than the labyrinth
more than the cold still waters,
           the ripples

In a love so intense,
   I saw your past self
        your present
and who you could be



but why could I see this in you and not see it in me?

Today felt uneventful and misused,
I wish it could have been better,
I woke and cooked and theorized.
How ever I read and learned
reminding myself of what is important,
having to keep reminding myself about what is useful.
Looked up the scientific terms
for the tattoos I have behind my ears,
found some meaning in what they represent again.
The aries sign for (ovis aries) the sheep and
the taurus sign for bos taurus the 'cow' — I think therefore I believe what is meant to be always come through & usually does —
the cattle we keep and tend to,
the beings that are on this earth with us..
they are valuable and how we learn about them is
insightful, the writing on about the subject
may get boring but it's part of what my life's spirit cares for..
The sheep have me stumped  — wondering for
the image of it in what values account,
about the lamb is one of the sacred,
the young sheep which we call a lamb is signified as fragile and innocent, a hooved creature that makes a 'ba' sound
Where as the Cow, bull, cattle  — Taurus, has the impression
of something strong and well disciplined.
It's an odd thing to choose,
to have written behind my ears,
I got the tattoos years ago wondering
why I chose to have the symboled runes,
I'll remove them when I can.
Even though the answer is very simple,
may be the most important land creatures to rely on..
they seem to take over my evenings thoughts,
I think I may have saved my day.
Thinking about this kind way

not the lion
a heart
a companion
a friend

my lovely little girl

she tends to be a free spirit
but i don't mind, chasing her places
she helps every space
feel like new lace

a lovely little disaster

a happy little thing
from the beginning
seen a lot
but always found her spot

her lovely little home

crazy to think
we might have never met
you turned my world upside down
my best bet

my lovely little friend

Beau

That day, they brought me to a place for crack addicts and nut jobs and I wished I didn't belong there. However, this is where life brought me — to a silver lining of a place. I feel like screaming, but no sound comes out. I was a mystery and still am. The living hell of a memory that plays on a broken cassette.

Writing to time lost and to time regaining.

There are discourses in life
That cause strife
Small bumps
That cause rumpus
Small healings
That cause feeling
Bows of depreciation
That cause apprehension

Discourses of the heart
Discourses of the mind
Discourses of the soul

Things that need to be told

I feel vague
This space between
cracks and breaks
The future rules my present
state, living for the day
Overshadows – the great wait
My heart in being, truly living
It all feels a billion light years away

Spent with family and friends
A time to rest and mend
The old and the new
A time for me and you

We laugh at the memories left behind
And grow towards a brighter goal
To rebuild what someone stole
A day of remembrance and soul

Feelin' the morning breeze
Fall's coming says the wind
Smoke's been paying the lease
as the coffee bean aroma spins

With a cigarette in hand
Friday ideal fills the land
We search for our true friend
as the bustle of the day begins

scarf for the winter
sweater for the fall

a sock on the ground
two shirts over shorts
to play ball

and a towel for the morn'
to live in a simple daze

Go on one by one
The search for purpose
Can be hard, oh lord
It feels like a curse
Sometimes.

But then, we feel lighter
The worry, stress
Goes away and it's brighter
All of it gets less
Sometimes.

The stream of ever-grass grows,
unknown to the smallest creatures
the vixens and the rabbits visit some,
whenever the world stops turning 'round
the youthful days grow long and age,
my mirth and carefree wrinkles stay the same

I know you don't know me
but I think we'd be a good we
we're only strangers
but let's go make a rager
let's laugh together
walk together
be together
for tonight with height

let's run through the plains
and lets stay sane
under the cover of the moon

The bottom of your ear
does it connect or not?
There's a saying somewhere
it says that it doesn't matter
I think it's connected
thinking about my earlobes and genetics
or the biblical knight's fighting ferritic

In this room
There is no you
Just me
And my thoughts
Thoughts of spite
Thoughts of night
Thoughts that linger
Thoughts to mingle
Thoughts of me and you

The 'Ye' in literature is a complex thought,
without the length of compiled letters.
The sentiment is known as You & Yours,
without the complexity of thee.

The alphabetical series of characters has value,
also read the letters K to Z.
The ones in the beginning are basic and lightening,
as those that follow explain kingdoms and 'might'.

'Ye' please just be,
I'd rather choose a truer tone.
A sound that captures every xylophone,
so every note can be sung along.

The woven way a story is told
A calm before the storm
Or a bright light on a Warm walk, little is known to rush forlorn
Evening breaks the width of a stick

But a flow of a shirt or hem or line
Brings forth the underwing of a blossoms site, more than what the iris can hold

But little to what the eye can see
Nuisance in delight and for longing in the pattern of the way it falls or rests in the same instance as the other
Never too floral or too faint

But in the right substance more than you know
Ever bending just in time to show what you care for and what you don’t fully see

Whatever is most felt by the hand or the cheek and less than what a mind can read
For the feeling of it is what matters

You told me a lie
that I used to live by
now I know the truth
and there's no rock to steady
me, in my trembling boots

I do not know my mother
I do not know my father
how do I find the strength
to stop my shaking breath

Do I live a lie
or be a sacrifice?

We stay
And pray
Lifting our souls
Filling out holes

The ties
The lies
They come and go
As our lives grow

We're looking for those
To stay close
To not leave us behind
But to keep and be kind

My family is different
Confusing and diverse
Not at all absent
Something of the universe

they rush and flow
and come from below
they come from above
a glistening of love
they make you believe in light
sparks when it's bright
they help and they hurt
and make you decide your worth
its like fire and ice
naughty and nice
a poison of hate
when its too late
an act of kindness
when you're blinded
never not feel the feels
when you don't is when it becomes unreal

What do the inklings mean?

The small whispers:
That stay in the air,
Move with the breeze.

Where do they come from?
What do they mean?

I fell, we see, I'm for you.
What do they mean?

The small inklings...

Little lost things
in a sea of hope
staying for scalings
of the modern write

Under the tables
and in between the light
a house is in comfort
for tomorrow's light

Crisp summer dusk
with names unturned
living in dust
for life's return

Maybe today will be better
maybe, those don't define your every move, you believed.

You wake in the hours before light
remembering a ghost
from a dream.

You wake up in spite
beside kryptonite
"nothing is as it seems".

We sat in a circle of thrones
our madness becoming known
We talked of a life we wanted
but were only left with a being haunted

In all due time
Reminders of mine

Healing is meek
Wait and seek

Love an enigma
Nothing of stigma

All in all
Let it be null

In now we seek
a loving sound
to breathe in
the louder crowd

Careful step
worthy hound
universal love
for gone, is too proud

A small bundle
do not prowl
for you shall mark
a beautiful scowl

In madness seems
a cruel tone
so we say
you're sweet and cold

The sourness hasn't set in
I hope it never does
We want to keep the light
For the summer isn't old

Winter in my sight
Numbers for the time
Letters for our hero's
And more life for the rhymes

Happiness lasts in bursts of motif
Feelings stay in the month of May
January starts the love of a journey
As likeness is a muse to the loud quietness of the seasons — for November to June

When we all see
the stars will be
speaking of a place
a universe of space
one where anything can happen

When our lives derange
it all feels strange
no one knows where to go
or who to be when they're low
but that is when anything can happen

beneath the sheets
where we don't speak
we feel, the burn of desire
and everything dire
trying to get close enough
to taste that bit of love
wrapped up in each other
being sweet lovers

Missed the fishing reel
Felt the wind blow

  Living with the saddle and  
campgrounds and staying afloat

Different from the long time rest

                      Only for casting right ..

          A lake simple enough for my heart.

Let's do tests
On Frankensteins body
& be fearless
Let's cut up body's
Like Jennifer did
Let's make it scary
For all the kids
Halloween's around the corner
Like that horror show man
It's time to warn her
About the monsters under her bed

So serene, in lying wake.

So close, to the end of days.

Another year, meant to weather.

Thank you my bouquet friend, my reforming lover.

sometimes it shines
sometimes it wanders
sometimes it's mine
sometimes it's wonder
inner, outer
higher power
lanterns, candles, campfire
all different
yet all the same
the bright light and a flame
something more
something grand
something bigger than all the land
childhood memories
to adult humor
light is dark's only rebuter
some will say
not to lose
being able to wear any size shoe
because then
you will find
you will never lose your shine

You found me
waking up from a dream
I found you
in this reality

See you didn't just come into my life
At a place where I wasn't ready
You didn't catch me off balance
We found each other and we keep it steady
You say to me
Life's too short to question those beside you
And I thank you
For teaching me how to live too

You found me
searching for life
I found you
looking into my eyes

love is a mysterious act
it's the good and the bad
and all it attracts
it can be power or pressure
or our worst confessors
we dream of a place
a place that is real
a place with some space
a place you can feel
love is a delirious act

to change
to rearrange
a life gone askew

to make
to create
a life renewed

drop some
gain some
a hard choice to choose

you and me together
can break the chains for good