She puts glitter around her eyes.
It's like a solar system of beauty...
She has these golden star-bursts around her pupils,
So they look like two massive eclipses.
You know you shouldn't stare but you can't turn away.
Getting ****** into the wonder, you can't see the danger brewing.

Something so hard to find, Something so impossible to plan.
It could never last as long as you would hope.
All that's left is vacant scribbles on the page.
Memories and feelings.
Pure, unfiltered Inspiration.

In Your presence there is freedom
In You presence there is hope
In Your presence healing
love restores me I am whole

No matter how far I run - you are with me, no matter how high I fall.

Your love is everlasting, Your kindness n e v e r ends
God you'll n e v e r leave me
Your presence goes before us, Your glory has no end
God you'll n e v e r leave me

The soap in my downstairs bathroom reminds me
Of the ooze that leaked from a pregnant snail
After I mutilated her shell to use the meat as bait.
Forcing a hook through her body and casting it into a lake,
I waited for a fish to swallow the tiny knife
And hoped it would get lodged in his esophagus.
I pulled his lungs from the water
And laughed as he writhed at the end of my string.

I don’t fish anymore.

So inviting
I long to be swallowed whole by her
She holds wisdom in her depths
Break the surface and you will be consumed
Drawn in to her
Surrounded by her

I allow her to consume me
I give myself over to her
She embraces me
Like an old friend
I watch light dance on her surface
I dive in to her

I could spend an eternity
And never know her depths
The best I can hope for
Is to float on her fluid surface

Always going going going
but you never know where you're headed.
Why is that?
Why can't you pick somewhere
instead of running running running
around in my head in circles circles circles
that never seem to end?
But I guess that's the point
of circles anyway,
isn't it?
That they go on and on and on?
I think the real problem is the
uncertainty.
Not the circles or the continuity,
but the uncertainty that you
exude like it's your aura.
If I were a psychic
I wouldn't see a color
surrounding you,
I would see a speed,
and that speed would be fast
because you don't stop but

do you remember where you started?

have you ever just been

still

in the quiet of a star-lit night,

adapting that silent, empty speed to be full of

starlight and

beauty and

uncomplicated questions about

why you don't know where you're going -

is it because you don't know who you are?

because you don't want to know where you've been?

does it matter?

you need to learn to understand that

stillness isn't stagnation,

silence isn't empty,

and having a purpose doesn't diminish the importance of the journey,

it magnifies it.







let the quiet remind you of who you are,

and absorb that stillness

as if you are a sponge

that appreciates time spent

in careful thought

more than the water that fills you

slowly

and drips from your edges.




because you can't go that fast forever,
and
*I'm tired of trying to keep up.

Lost in translation
I can’t find the sound
Of children playing
Or birds flying about
Tried changing the station
Submerged, and not yet found
In the depths of dreams forming,
Swimming against the current like river trout
I’d longed for the motivation
To be an ace on the mound
My opponents trembling
At my glare so stout
All in one motion
Fear in the foreground
They all strike out swinging
Then run from the fallout
Finally my consummation!
I hear children on the playground
And the song birds singing
Their melodies so devout
Alas, triumphant over this nihilistic asphyxiation
A feeling so profound
There are no words for describing
The beauty of sight after a blackout