On rush

We found

The Violent Pear Kids

Playing Peppered Nonsense Games

Until Seeing Dots become Lines

We Swam the Tides of

Earths Crest mossy blue

Off like

Trees Escaping From Land

Only to return when Ready

Innocent as an acorn

Go Blue

And Red

Then do it all Again

We Leaves...

"The best part about living is dying,
without dying, there would be no reason to really live."

"I do not like the white house
the white house has no smells."

"People are like baby mountains
who don't realize how large they already are."

"Dreams are like stardust. You cant see them, but they will ALWAYS be there"

"YES! I will stop littering. Once YOU stop wrapping things in garbage!"

"Life is beautiful,
not because it is,
but because it cannot not be."

"Stop writing in straight lines."
  


-Me mostly, and things I've heard passing by

I sit here in Love.
I feel lonelier than ever.
I realize these fantasies
of running away,
really just means
running to him.
My two days alone
snaps me back
once again.
I am still my own person.
He is still his own Man.
A Man who will search the edges
of the Planet with me!
I will never fly alone now
with my other half.

Though I have my life to running.

I MANIFEST THE DESTINY OF MYSELF
and all others.
Shall karma wink Gold
on such souls.
Soon Silver may rise
and we'll all take it over.

Such wrinkles rest well
on the old.

I see people as if they are memories.
Before I meet them
after I meet them
yeah...

I find of Fall
like I find of you.
Slow moving
fast grooving
all of that..

Ill move to your music
and Ill sing five months later.
My life moves on
like you where later...

A picture of Seattle
Will forever linger inside my mind.
Its buildings and brights
its lights
will be ever showing
glowing on my map.
I would see him a few times over
after this very day
all its building
and sneering looks
its crooks.
But once more,
I will miss Seattle
like a withered friendship.
His haunting name'll keep calling
thought I will not be there to answer.

Closer to the sky we rise!
Touching it for brief moments.
Believing planes as Stars!
(its better that way)
Then falling back towards the shore
for we need feel waves
and droplet breezes.
We concord all that was land!
Then apologize as we rise again
(for the land is no ones)
And felt the air all over.
Our wheels show us life!
And our eyes help us believe it.
But we realize today
That there is little soul in wondering
Until you give your life to the land.
So we fed our bodies to shore
and trusted the waves not to eat it.
This will work every time,
just give trust to our mother.
Show hope in her
and her mossy skin will open up all the light
that you came in with.
Pouring out the body
Letting it rise to sky
(and all over)
Feeling like home everywhere
and singing with it years later.
Returning to Heaven
with every curve
with every sight
of your Night Sky Sea Breeze.
And so there lies the gift of travel..