We drown so many hours
of each day
by dreaming with our eyes open.
Knowing ... Knowing
that day dreaming is for those,
who lack conviction,
lack the drive to live those dreams
to clear the haze from their vision
and truly be creative.

"think outside the box"
?
what a cliche sentiment.

Think outside,
the parameters of yourself.
There is no "Box"
to contain imagination.
That's why 5 year olds
can turn a box into a world.
A world of turtles ... transformers
super heroes or even just ...
a box to hide in & try and scare you.

BOO!
day dreaming again?

With a pad and a pen
my dreams live in words
walking along the blue lines
trying to arrange themselves correctly
before they stop to rest ...
forever.
Because once I'm finished
dreaming on the page
my conviction continues to lack itself.

I wish cancer was a mere zodiac sign that did nothing more then Determine the compatibility  of young love and offer cheap pick up lines at crowded bars  

                                                           Hey, whats your sign?

I wish that love was not just a word, but a fluttering of colors, blinding the brightest of eyes and seeping through every pore of your being, 
A word not so easily being abused, used, or broken.

                                                        ­       I ACTUALLY love you

I wish that friendship meant once more the pure blissful enjoyment of ones company, never questioning real motives or keeping an all seeing eye taped open 

                                           I ACTUALLY trust you...

I wish that the bond between mother and daughter meant more to the mothers and daughters, and that all knowing instinct that all mothers should share, would be voiced to all daughters whether or not they cared 

     LISTEN TO ME!

I wish that the tie called marriage to most, meant more then the paperwork they sign as a joke, that living together till death do you part  meant together forever through the unbearable parts

      Redefine Forever

I wish that heaven wasn't so far away, imagine what I'd give to make that trip in a day, stand face to face with all of the greats, the ones whose memories live on every day 

             They are never really all that far away...

*The beautiful things,
That we embrace,
Pulls themselves closer,
Everyday

More ment for torment then enjoyment
a story of how a young boy went
from scared to scarred, caged and barred
to ruling the whole school yard.

Self taught on how to be a man
making makeshift sense of anything he can,
looking at the puzzle with no pieces in hand
she couldn't stand the picture, so she took them and ran.

Confessions of secrets well known
eroded by the wind, worn down to the bone.
Never felt more alone in his own home,
he can only hear you if you speak in the right tone

She can see it on his face,
he needs her in this place
and if they keep this pace,
she could be one of the greats.

But can she bench press the stress he puts on her?
With nothing but faith and love as her sponser,
no sword or shield, ready to defend their honor
she came head to head with his monster.

Tested in time
by the rest of his mind,
through the mess she will find
she has less to unwind.

Wearing his shirt,
cleaning his dirt,
taking the hurt,
because she knows they will work.

Arms open and hands empty.
Wanting nothing more than to love him simply,
she keeps his focus away from the tempting.
I asked where she came from
she whispered to me gently...

*The heavens sent me.