that broken
and empty shell
just moves
by itself
going
through  the
same emotions
again and again
like a pre-programmed machine
completely unaware
that its other half
is already somewhere far far away
that's what I love about the mind
as long as you remove all voices
but your own,
there doesn't exist a boundary
you cant overcome
but even that is easier said than done
because
as limitless as the mind can be
it can also be an endless prison

I am?
Be Still.
Be Love.
Be Peace.
Walk with Faith.
I Am  Peace.
I Am  Love.
I Am  Still.
I Am.

I'm going so fast . . .
I can't get my feet off the ground
My mind cha-chinging
With no thoughts to go around
Everything on you girl
You turn and twirl
Ah-Ha ! Yah-Hey !
Blowing smoke rings
makes it all seem okay

Winter rose in the curved road
Even in the golden sunlight
Your smoky breath
belies the warmth beneath the cold
For tonight's lover
Is on your side cover
Ah-Ha ! Yah-Hey !
Going so fast
somebody has to pay

When it’s all said and done
They’ll find me laying in the hallway
Mascara clumped below unblinking eyes
And a massive hole punched into the center of my chest

One detective will look to the other and say
“You’d think she would’ve seen it coming.”

Why is poetry dying
when we still have the gift?
If we still have water
then we still have a ship.
We can sail to the places
these words take us.
We are still shaken
by the words that make us.
Why should we let poetry die
when there is so much to explore?
If only people read it
and discovered more.