Often there is ecstasy in pain
It lures us like we're insects to a flame.
Though thousands die
We never learn,
And for some sick reason crave the burn.
It is our nature, though we may fail,
For divine humor we prevail.
To learn from the past
Is a complex endeavor,
But to walk through fire
Is what we all do together.

Let my eyes roam the world and my mind roam my self, my center. The middle seven of my being, spinning endlessly til eternity allows complete enlightenment. Bound to these wheels we climb, resting our heads on the back of mother snake. Dig your roots deep to feel the connection, floating down a river with no end, liberating and manifesting opposites working together in complete harmony. Maybe we should give it a try...

The shadow danced around and around,
Not leaving a spot untouched on the gray lonely ground.
It danced for night, it danced for day.
It danced from here, it danced from away.
It danced for thoughts of yesterday.
But here I am and here I lay,
My shadow dancer has gone astray.

Shadows dancing on the walls

Whispering they softly call

chanting me to sleep

And in the darkness they all weep

Kissing away an ounce of burning light

Leaving me with only lonely fright

Cure me of it all

Blame it on the shadows dancing on the walls

Sun, Moon
Day, Night
Yin-Yang
Black,White
My feet connected,
latched to dirt.
We lack our balance
on this Earth.
Just feel the roots,
feel the world.
We're all one light,
just watch it burn.
Like a lantern,
like candles bright.
The moon can't truly be hidden
behind the night.

The vibration hums.
It sews together the matrix
we can't see beyond.
Blinded by all light sometimes
feeling is all the sight, you need.
Inward is the escape.
And the final Frontier,
may be the graveyard we fear.
Stars mapping the space we're given
between god for our own development.
We've been here before
that's why I know
but we're meeting for the so called first time.

We all have spirits,
reoccurring,
I think we come back,
we're always learning.
Taking steps to fill the void.
They say matter can't be created
nor destroyed.
Take a look at your laws
of Conservation of Matter.
Yet you still call us crazy.
Aren't you seeing the pattern?
Order, chaos, life, and birth.
Is lying to yourselves all that you thought it was worth?
I see through the glass,
a kaleidoscope of visions.
We can't remake the whole world
through cellular fission..
Or can we?...

Reveries,
and silent dreams,
of which I wake from when I sleep.
If I dream,
if I don't just lean into thoughts
that knot up my stomach like strings,
of frail thin hair from a pale little girl
who sat on the floor.
Passively watched the world,
and it's hard to understand when you
can't feel things.
And it's hard to count stars when you're
staring at your ceiling.
It's hard to love your angel kisses when
you've never had wings.
It's hard to leave everything behind
when it's all you've ever known.
All you thought was kind.
But was harsh,
like bark of the oak
that you fell from.
The scrapes and the scar from the
branch that you broke off,
will fade.
Things change,
like the skins the snakes shed off,
I will scream out my pain,
I will change.

Snow
Has fallen
For so long
In my mind
It's been
Numbing
All the feeling
Deep inside

Afraid
To feel
What burns so
Cold
For weakness
Is a hard
Fault to
Behold

I choke
I just
Dont want
To be
Alone
Anymore
My heart is
Sore from
Running
From itself

I dont want
To live
On the shelf
So lonesome
My china
Skin will
Crack
And my paint
Will fade
In the
Snow

I'm
Knocking, knocking
Solo walking
Trying hard to find my flock
And things are different
When alone
Been spending too much
Time at home
Can you hear me outside people?
Is my voice too small and feeble?
Too quiet on your locked up doors?
Or is it that I'm not of yours?
That I won't fit
Under your steeple
And to you I'm the one
Who's bitter and evil?
I don't understand
Maybe I should go
Back to my knocking and walking alone

A pirouette,
A leap of faith,
The leaves in May are blinding green.
I wanted you,
To break in two
To feel the spear in which I lean.
I'll push a stone
Away from home,
Someday I want to face the seas
That terrify,
Entice my eyes,
I don't want scorn when I do leave.
A tattered border
Lies between,
The lines of up and down I read.
I open books
And think about the
Blossoms on fictional trees.

I am bathed in light
Feelings come and go in waves
As it thaws my heart

When you see through stained glass eyes
With a mind that's full of shining light
The world just seems so vivid, bright, and oh so full of color.
But could you ever tell the girl,
With stained glass eyes that glint like pearls,
Of black and gray, the dull real world
When she has not succumbed to more?

Rain drops into puddles,
water rippling as I see.
I've always thought about
tomorrow, now I've no
idea where I'll be.
When the sun rolls into
morning, I'll have things
I have to leave. I shove
A cork into the bottle.
Stop the rivers,
stop the scene.

Open your eyes,

The world has been calling.

Inviting you to its sweet awakening.

Open your eyes,

It's colors bending.

Not working in the reality of physics.

To run rampid in the sky,

Just open your eyes.

Matter of opinion, opinion has no matter. It has essence, force. We believe what we see although looks can be deceiving. An ever changing, trial and error, roller coaster of a belief system, huh? Oh curse our ****** humanity. Gaining an eternity of knowledge only to realize that you're still ten times more stupid than the next million people. That's just how it's always going to be. Thank our ****** humanity. The ability to feel pity, empathy, compassion. The things that show we truly have our own will power, and not some pawn in someone else's game. A double edged sword, forever a pain in our *****..

I can tell the future,
Let me know your past and present,
Let me be the one,
Please let me feel important.
I opened my eyes to the world,
I gained the knowledge word for word.
Don't tell me my reality could be absurd.
Don't leave me caged up like a bird.
I can see the silver lining.
Glowing bright and softly shining.
Like the world is good for something.
Live your life and love the loving.
Escape reality with or without me,
Take the sun and moon along for tea.
Dance for electricity, and avoid all the calamity.
Crash like waves onto the shore,
Leave beauty always wanting more.
The millionth heart already torn.
Crash like waves along the sea.
Let the music flow through me.
Escape reality with or without me,
Take the sun and moon along for tea.
Dance for electricity, and avoid all the calamity.

Time to breathe,
Time to think.
Crushing my wings
Won't set me free.
I fear I'll die,
If I don't leave.
I'll lose the things
Inside of me.

I don't have a heart,
Yet it always gets broken.
Take me away to Oz
Cause I can't be outspoken .
Rusty hinges as I swing away the axe,
Broken cogs churning they all turned their backs.
Oil won 't relieve this ache,
It hurts because I'm nothing but fake.
Take the yellow brick road cause there's no place like home,
But I don't have one so I sit here alone.
I don't have a heart yet it always gets broken,
Take me away to Oz
Cause I can't be outspoken.
Nobody knows how hard and long I've yearned.
But you don't get what you want so I might as well learn.

I can't find the light at the end of the tunnel.
I'm wondering if I'm lost.
I swear I would do anything,
To find my way at any cost.

Thoughts are like rain,
To slide right off of the heads of our leaders
Like drops off umbrellas.
Only to collect on the ground,
Broken and bruised,
To start a massive flood.

Time escalates by leaving me time to think. How many times have I stood, staring in the mirror, blinking away the tears, each image coming clearer?

    Time shattering truth in anger, each shard cutting deep but each cut cutting deeper. Alone on the floor, myself against my wrist, crying on the phone, hearing the clock as it ticks.

    Standing on a bridge, screaming at the sky. Picking each Iris, crying and asking why. Rain may wash away the tears but you're always left crying, wishing away the years.

    They tell me all the time, "You are not alone" but all that I touch, just rots and turns to stone. Hourglasses turning in hands, keep restarting the never ending sands. Make time last, I can't. But remembering is a curse, in which will be grand...

I feel....
Empty space.
My mind echoes colors off the walls,
Created entirely of nothing..
This is where I live when I feel lost.
These are the depths of my world.
How do you begin to describe your
Inner sanctum
Without defying the mystery and tranquility  of all this silence..?
As if the forests would set fire
Burning to paper and ash  if told
Out of rhyme.
Like all the Fae would escape and die.
But do we even stop to wonder why?
This is my place
It's my  escape. *
Life doesn't always require the masquerade.

Don't believe in restrictions,
You'll only find yourself living up to your own expectations....
Don't let the world bring you down,
Just be your own and just be patient.

What if I practiced necromancy?
Talked to the dead?
Would they still try to tell me that it's all in my head?
To get me to hide it,
You don't know how I've bled.
How I've fought for my freedom,
All my thoughts stained in red.

What to think when looking off into the skies. Day or night, it seems to carry you off into that mystical place that creates the constant illusion. That place where the Earth circles the Sun and the stars combust into bright bodies of gases and fumes. Gone yet we still see them nightly. I dream of coming back from the black holes lost in space and seeing a world where we did not revel in our own filth and build towers to infinity on the under-paid wages of their captors. A world where opinion and culture didn't create a veil between the inhabitors of this planet. I dream of a world where I won't be set apart by the pentacle around my neck or judged by the look of my style. Where I won't fear the birth of a child because of my own fear of the future. One step at a time we breathe toward recreation.

There is a girl
At the end of the hall
With thoughts like rain
Her back pressed to the wall
Her words untamed
She won't be changed
With her beautiful voice
So soft it charms snakes

But behind closed doors
You never know
What she could be thinking
Or what she could know
What she's hiding
How she's grown
How she's dying
To at least be known

But she'll carry on
With open eyes
She'll find her way
Be more the wise
She'll fan the fire
Before it dies
In attempts to make up
For those previous lies

I am the light
The fire inside
To make you hopeful
Make you bright
I am the one to wear down the path
To finally learn to close my wrath

I am the one with sticks and stones
Though I don't think I'd use them to break any bones
Send a letter
Don't trust the phone
They're listening in
Though they think we don't know

Find that stillness,
And dance to the sound.
Those thoughts, emotions so profound
With strings to tie our hearts to stay,
With knots to bound our every hate
With love to numb the pain away,
With every move to make tomorrow today.
So let the silence finally create,
Something precious,
Or somewhere to escape.