Like a cold breeze sweeping down my spine
A dream of something that could but
Is not, a hope of something that
Might, only a whisper.
Not something seen but thought
Not witnessed but imagined.
Life, a reflection of something not
A dream in clouds like candy floss.
Floating.
Above chaos and destruction.
Something beautiful
A life imagined, hoped, wished, utterly
Dreamed and longed for, pined for!
But veiled and unseen
In a pool of bright things
Never understood.
Always never noticed.
Something beautiful
Just not meant to be

There is not a measure exists in world, that can examine the mysteries of the heart that loves you. I did not know the depth, the vastness. That if one was to dive an everending fall. There are seasons to this world, the summer to the month of may, the cold and ice, come christmas. I am around when everyone sleeps. When those that want dream, and the steps to the sky are clear to the naked eye. I watch and tell sweet stories, now and of past, of the former and propper ways of a world unknown, And witness growh. Growth of an unknown kind and fall of a told kind that goes unnoticed.
My time is silent, clouds move across my head and face. Whispers of something I wait to embrace. I am not alone, I know this from the warm that approaches.From that which beats of pureness, a glowing that expands past reaches of understanding, beyond discovery. There is no conceavable end to your love and beauty. This time that I exist sees things that move Without the want of eyes to see, move slowly then quickly then again I am far above. I see alot of things and cannot speak. So I spread my arms, wide and hope I will not go unnoticed. It hapens now your time is approaching. I admire you daily. Time stands still around you, wishing to freeze itself. You rise, eyes open and gaze up longing to be near you. You have a glow so bright.You stretch around the round, around the figure that I surround. It motions, it moves things drop and fall. They do not understand but they try. You guide, your given to see the hope that is inside. To feel not alone, but one. The night and the Sun. We meet sure yes on the streets. While I lift my veil I glance knowing you will always be there, while hurt upon a flower your flame would burn to close. You see, you look up as you create your pressence, and move away me, the night. They will always look up knowing that you are there. Why does it rain? To bring moisture to all the pain. I tried to bribe the clouds you see, I promised them somehing in a far off place. But you are there no matter,because they see where they are going. You are the persuit of a greatness that will last forever. Nohing overwhelms. You know me and yes you love me. While you go down to sleep I will watch over and keep. Keep for you the sun, the things that you have won. When seasons change you effect the growing. Things move towards and not away. You are wanted, you are loved. I cannot speak and you are the sun. Forever we shall dance and know that we are one. We will know that without the other no longer we exist. The last, these few words, few gestures I promise it will be well. We are married to one cause. To contain and to inspire.For created I am endless and you the entire. Entire hope stilled upon the end of a pin. A point to prove. I see you, you see me now let us on the horizon be

The seamless streams are still a shock
The surprise injected by these eyes as a curl comes springing by
The rose of roses elected, placed
The subtle ridge, lying, graced
A flutter here, one flutter there
Those rich moist mountains that I not share
Natural senses are thrown off guard
When fleeting fragrance floats from afar
Nothing will, nothing ever
Express the joy of a feather
That which all, just blessed
To take away a many stress

A choice, a faith, a hope
A wait, a balance of sort to some
But knowing a battle is won
To continue life, to breathe
Cycles, circles, moments seized
Bodies not moving, caught in a gasp of witnessed love
Pity, again choices made
Regret but hope
Springs forth from a cluster, one would muster
Clinging to describe, to want
To need, to care
Of all the many things, but fair
Far away those weary ways,
Set forth in places, moments strays
Search the skies of light and dark
While neighbours playing in the park
Remember that, drawn to and fro
bring from the love, all that you know
That past is seen and future veiled
Not to trip over the impaled
But hold to what you hold the most
That beauty
The one
Remember....please.......Remember

To explain the way a waters flower
Or how flowers flow is not the way we play.
Or juicy state that is out in world
In my our eye to see through a
Tear during now not sad.
Away far a place that walls
Around surround a jelly mound
Mind lost grow.
Escape is rope my cherry bed
I lie above petals they float.
Candy came is candy not made
But cane away the noise for
A glowing silence.
My nose more smells texture
Smell engulfs from near and there
Thesis thought thought thesis did,
And God created.
Just is no know know no to
Us the know of how it was
Thus there our freedom kids lies
In that that which is not.

You think you really know,
what could a dead man need except an empty grave.
The wind rustles the leaves shifted by autmn time,
I hear the crisp footprints approaching from behind
The corners curl as they fall like a ship in the vast ocean
Moving along with no care, no direction just falling effortlessly
We mourn the time that we did not
Branches stretch across blue grey cloud covered sky
You are behind me swaying as I smell you side to side
We are still, admiring the natural carpet laid before us
Sometimes you choose a leaf or two just like childhood memories
We are older through the autumn of our own
Travelling through this tale of ours
It is a choice to stop and notice the beauty around that caught by a snare like rabbit we forget,
The steel as it pierces the defenseless and unwary
Challenge to choose to really see to let go away and climb the trees
Lets walk on sandy beaches in the midst of a storm
Take a chance to live and love

This time I will be different I promise.............

Do you know, you think you do

I can't decide anymore. What's real and what's just lies...............................If I see something it does not exist because it cannot , because I do not give the space, the time of day for it to creep in my mind and grab anything!!. It is closed for business. The figments of a fig are that the tree from which it comes is greedy. It produces fruit and that is it. I wear a hat and smile as the whole world with sunglasses on, begins the march of the day each day every day. We all cry at the stages where tears are the necessary medium towards the complacent trivial trivia vacuum city inside out of a world left behind.
The happiness, it begins to grow out of a shadow from its force fed web. It is not like a choice or an easy way out. It is long and draws from experience of past, present and future. The decision becomes clear when the storm ceases. The ever begging hand that grows from which we do not understand appears to direct itself forward towards the glowing circumstance of wealth, fame and an UN told decency that is not because it is not. No longer, no longer, and again a statement of clearly no longer. No longer the any longingness that is inside, what we see is what we see and what we do not see is truly what we are. It disturbs us behind closed doors and shut eyes.
Why can something be seen but never said. You think what? What do you think? Can we continue to deny any truth that might UN circumcise our ritualistic world like a moth to the flame as some say. It can be said as far as the horizon is near to the moon that there is a lot of sand not that there are lots of sands. This is because it is not how it is done, how we perceive the world and everything in between. We are without ears that we do not hear, we are without
eyes that we do not see, we are without mouths that we do not speak, we are without hands that we do not act, we are without feet that we do not move, we are without minds that we do not think and we are without hearts that we do not nor cannot care. We choose, we chose this world, this life. Now we find ourselves high, with so very hard to fall and everyone will hurt. It is the world that is with child and each one as spoilt as the next. When it all comes crashing down where will you be? Who will you be? What will you do? When all of this that is going and flying, all of this that is. What is it? It can be so simple and so easy. Helping someone helps them but releases such a happiness within a person it is indescribable. We cannot count the time because even though it was created, like the waves it cannot be controlled. You are not coming home, you are moving within what we convince ourselves to be reality based on our own concept of the word truth. It has been stretched and tested so the word truth, it is extinguished. No one remembers its original purpose as it is lost among ridiculous notions and mixed promises. When you are faced with what you think you want do you shoot it, take it. We need the wisdom to be able to love. If someone is out of milk then you can have some of mine. If your hands are ***** then wipe them on my shirt. No one is better than anyone. To want something what do you need. To really need something you have to want to love. Something needs to be triggered and moved inside for all of anything to make sense. Would we be better off deciding some fate beyond the recklessness we have ensued ourselves in? Than to continue this terminal bow of crying clowns on a stage built on a foundation of misused power and faulty judgement. Does the past not in some points of form clearly show the state of human existence? That the hunger or lust, as it has evolved within us all, fuels the end game, end zone. We are travelling at great speeds with no breaks and no certain direction. For someone to point a finger but we are all to blame. Some for
doing many things, and the rest for doing nothing and staying silent. We must act in a manner that is elusive to the fact that we cannot predict the future. The outcome is in all our hands. It is not only to address the current economic, environmental and social unrest we find ourselves in, but it is to firmly direct all decent, UN remorseful and civilized thought towards a question, the question. What is the current state of the human condition.

I see you, you see me
Let's be bold, let's be free
Jump in the mud we won't care who sees
We will play all day until the sun goes down
Until the pirates are beat and the missing treasures found
We will always remember the time we shared
The monsters we faced the struggles we bared
Time was of no concern, we just let it pass
You draw the anchor I'll set the mast
But it's like they say it catches up
You are not so young now not a pup
You don't fight pirates across the seven seas
You aren't as bold and not as free
But I see the spark still in your eye
Yes covered with age but there fresh and alive
You crave our past battles and injuries
You crave adventure and mysteries
But time is now important it has control
Over what you do and how you grow
So savor the moments, savor the air
That brings the child back out who had no care
I will always be here it's true
For you are me and I am you
You inner child

The dream that I want
The dream that I want
The dream that I see
No one else shares.
Does anyone else see?
I searched to my pain, I have had it!
Are the things portrayed
That I believe,
Remain still pictures untouched from this harsh reality?
I think the total truth would hurt too much
Far and far being away from which all my happiness seems possible
Always too far
Am I too young to hope for love?
I would hold her close and seize off weary eyes
And clinging hands.
I would surrender all in face of fear
Just so long as love was near.
Just so long, but no one else thinks my thoughts
My hopes are mine
Would remain in time.

Friendship as it drags its cold nail through my back
And into my heart, my open heart
Too open, too confused, too open
And infects, drives in and consumes with pain and hurt.
Takes control, fills my brain,
I go insane.
I cannot think,
Open your eyes, and you might see.
Open your mouth, and you might speak.
I end all
None like me
That is why it hurts.
Maybe I won't ever be near,
Too far to tell
Too far to know is my life really hell

I saw her tears,
I am sorry.
I am so sorry.
Be good
Be safe
Be you,
The beauty I could only dream.
I saw you, but I am not seen.
I want to give for you a hope
Wish of mine,
Wish so hard,
I love you so dear and so close,
But so far away it seems.
So now where light goes,
And a dozen grey clouds.
I am sorry for you not love,
Not to be,
But you and never for me.
I cannot tell
I will not speak,
For hurt upon a flower,
A flame would burn too close.
I would not
I do not wish,
For harm that is to shine or sing a happy place.
It is gone for you,
But remains total love and lust,
So bare,
So there,
I will not destroy your happy place.