The bigger they are, the more they must artificially be preserved at everyone else's expense.

Are we so pulled by destiny?
As a child by a kite,
the movement of grass following.

Is there someone waiting
who knows our face from photographs,
candid, taken from our smiles and given to
someone waiting.
Familiar to them;
to us it's all the same.

Is it that makes the walk worth while?
Are we so drawn to our destinations?

or perhaps is there an eddy
like water made smoke
pulling us by the throat
without the choke
our breath a note
hummed from away
elsewherewestay

Give me today
and I will stay.

I said hello like I thought you'd notice (you didn't)
and for once I didn't feel like repeating myself.
*******, you helped me notice all the things I hated,
all the things I loved.
Kept me wanting change.
Detoxification of thought,
purification of the soul.

You speak in sentences that are based on creative-product output,
it seems you don't care if you make sense or not, 'cause nothing in
this world is trying to fit to you.
So, why try and fit to it?
Or at least that's what I perceive you to think.
I guess we could think better of each other in a healing space
if we're all touching each other with good intentions.

Yet it seems these fingers that reach you can't heal in the way they intend,
'cause this nervousness is stemming from the inappropriate feelings that root themselves
from my core. **** love, **** this feeling.

I want a love that doesn't make me wrong in someone else's eyes,
much less my own.  **** this feeling.

*******, you are beautiful.
You are something else,
someone that would smile at the thought that
this is about you.
*******, I can't stop saying the same things.

Keep me close, I've crept out of my hole
and I can't stand it alone.
I haven't even touched my water colors.

Too afraid to poison you with the truth,
too afraid to taint what is beautiful.

**** this feeling.
I want to.
**** this feeling.

To wait at gates with no expectation of an opening

To be on the other side
and to ride
to be alive

You have no need

The universe is art
We all create our
Own beautiful
And unique color
Shape and form to
The wonderful mess
We call this universe
The inner creativity
And inner joy and
Child is calling to
You make sure to
Heed the call as
You begin to feel
The unique and
Beautiful parts
That make up
The whole like
A mosaic of
Internal voices
Trying to be
Noticed and
Heard as they
Cling together
Like a symphony
Of consciousness
Pouring its beautiful
Melody through our
Hearts as our hands
And souls play the
Tune as we write
Our destinies in the
Sand and dance with
Abandon as we praise
The universe and the
Beautiful and unique
Gift and creative art
And spark and life
That flows through
Everything you see

See before you a silver light.
Liquid motions shape its space,
its time is kept by the beat of hearts,
the pulse that starts beneath your feet:
the Earth, its smell the sound of ocean stones,
holds the throne on which
your ancestors sit, those that let your life.
Their eyes the silver light;
their blood, their hair
this night.
With your breath, with your sight,
the light is drawn into your roots
than shoots to the leaves
and weaves,
shaking
and breaking,
making doorways of sieves,
and though it fades
it never leaves.

It is we.

That which goes cannot know
the thing you need, like trees, to grow.
The mushroom knows and so the willow,
but that which goes,
which moves cannot.
The grooves they choose
what is to fill them,
and the roots they loose none but the lightest stones,
for they know their home is close
and that their is no need to reach,
for the stars from so far still teach
the thing you need, like trees, to grow.

Slow down,
and that which once was out of grasp
clasps itself to you.

Just one smile is all it took
for me to fall for you.
You were a closed book
waiting for the right touch in you.

You opened the door, let me in
Shared your dreams, shined with me
taught me love and how to feel
expecting nothing bu love from me.

She puts the colors inside of my world
takes me back to where I was born
There is nothing left to say
But that I have fallen for you.

I want you to know
there's nothing I wouldn't do
Because when I'm there laying with you,
The birds sing, the sun rises
And my heart whispers that,
I belong with you.

I read your letters sometimes
When I’m alone
A window separates
My dream from our reality

I’ve been sinking
Like a flower in a fountain
While you stand there with him
When I’m alone

You got tired of watching
All the flowers turn to stone
But there is a light that it never goes out
And it burns me inside out.

Today you stand there with him
As I watch the flowers turn to stone
A window separates
My dreams from our reality.