Freedom* is like water it shapes anything it will hold
seeking words like faith, and courage
it responds to what it's told.
Freedom rushes danger even in the face of death
willing itself into this form until it finally rests.
Freedom speaks to every color it does not pick, and choose
pouring its shape forever until it rests in you.

Visions besiege my mind,
Of beauty, of the moments
That are intertwined upon
The air and senses upon
Life and non static moments.

Intense sensation, realization
Of more things than in just
Sight, senses are given new
Meaning with each passing,
Minds collaborate sensations.

We are engrossed upon unseen
Beauty, not all that is so is seen,
Releasing us for moments to
Other places that aren't here
But neither there, unseen pictures
Painted within an awakened mind.

All is beautiful, euphoric pleasure
Of the senses released, we are
In that place of imagination, of
The flow. Never do we want this
Moment to fade, as our minds
Flourished with beauty released.

Our senses as the music finishes,
We smile At that moment of serenity
& energy of what if for a moment
Took us from this place, we discovered
A new beauty short lived but we were free.

The closest thing to love is the light that shines through you
even in your darkest hour --
search inside the heart so it can find you too.
The closest thing to peace is the calm within your soul
even in your darkest hour --
it's the heart that always knows.
The closest thing to joy is the smile I give to you
erasing all your darkest hours --
shining love right back to you.

Take the word enough and graffiti it across the walls of your heart
Stamp it under your eyelids
Make a short sharp scratch in your skin
And send it shooting through
Your veins
Weave it in and out of every doubt
Scrawl it in a letter
And send it first class
To all of your insecurities
Embed it in the curves of your smile
Carry it gently in your tears
And catch its salty taste on your tongue

Take it out to the shore
And dip it in the ocean
Watch as, finally, it sticks to you,
Like wet sand.

Outside in
inside out/upside in, again
Like a storm in the sky you'll catch a glimps in my grey eyes
when I'm upside down
n' darlin' you always know when I'm in the rain, again
and,  I know you've been here before---
please, darlin, please,  just don't walk out that door
I don't want these storms, anymore
just don't walk out that door
Can't you see that I'm outside in/inside out/upside in, again, today
when you say you don't love me that way --
please, darlin, won't you, won't you, please stay
just give us, give us, one more chance, just one more day

I caught a glimpse of you across the street
your eyes scorned my torn clothes, and ***** feet

I glanced away quickly on that day
feeling judged, and embarrassed to look this way --

I keep a pen, and paper in my hand to write my stories
I describe what's in my soul and, who I am.
I hope one day someone remembers me
I was once a great fighter in the Baltic Sea
a captain of a great ship called the Marna Dee

Now I beg for warm places to lay my head
I beg for dollars, and for dimes
wishing daily that I'll get fed.

I beg for stories on the street
through all the strangers that I meet
who offer more than scornful eyes
that pay me kind, and cheerful smiles
when they happen to walk on by.