One of the most frightening things a person can do is to lay yourself down (mind body and soul) in the palm of another's hand. Let them strip you down until you are bare, donning nothing but your skin and the contents of your mind.Trusting another to find you just as beautiful (both inside and out) as you value your beauty to be.
The ability, to allow another to see the truths that compose your existence, doesn't always come easy. It takes a tremendous amount of bravery and courage to trust another person with the composition of your flaws and insecurities. Impurities. To give yourself to another; to hand over the key. Left only to wonder if they could still love you once they open the door and see.
When hoping for the best, we must leave space in our hearts to expect the worst. Nothing is ever promised, but if we keep faith in the universe,
Nothing is impossible.

What kind of person walks right into a bomb?
A person who has never won nor lost,
one with no previous wounds
or memories that prevent them from stepping in.

Someone like me.

Cheers to those who fall in love with no fear,
those who give it all,
surrender their guns,
and let themselves be targets.

I admire you,
I'm not so brave,
not brave at all,
I stick to my guns
and aim whoever starts walking the path to my heart,
it's sad and inevitable.

I'm the toughest sheriff in town.
Bang, bang my love,
sorry I had to put you down,
before you let me down.

Darkness morphs into a sliver of light
opens on a stained glass kaleidoscope -
patterns shift, rise, fall like we did last night,
I'm in over my head.  Throw me a rope.
Dangle me just at the edge, hang on tight
an empty vessel lost, if not for hope.
Secrets crash on a shore of skeletons,
bones picked clean by circumstance undone.

Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and
choose the sign of your day
The day’s divinity
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach
in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it’s quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose, they croon, the Ancient Ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon,
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
Everything is broken up and dances.

Thoughts in time and out of season
The Hitchhiker stood by the side of the road
And leveled his thumb
In the calm calculus of reason.

Hi. How you doin’?

I just got back into town,

L.A.

I was out in the desert for awhile

“Riders on the storm”

Yeah. In the middle of it

“Riders on the storm”

Right…

“Into this world we’re born”

Hey, listen, man, I really got a problem

“Into this world we’re thrown”

When I was out on the desert, ya know

“Like a dog without a bone
An actor out on loan”

I don’t know how to tell you

“Riders on the storm”

but, ah, I killed somebody

“There’s a killer on the road”

No…

“His brain is squirming like a toad”

It’s no big deal, ya know

I don’t think anybody will find out about it, but…

“take a long holiday”

just, ah…

“Let your children play”

this guy gave me a ride, and ah…

“If you give this man a ride”

started giving me a lot of trouble

“Sweet family will die”

and I just couldn’t take it, ya know

“Killer on the road”

And I wasted him

Yeah.

The door
the door had always been locked
the door had always been locked and no key
they said
the door had always lacked a key

the sounds
the sounds came from the door
the sounds came from behind the locked door
I could tell
there was something behind that door

a voice
a voice kept calling
a voice kept calling pleading and calling
for  me
a voice kept calling for me to come downstairs