Silence says much more
Than useless words we have said
Many times before

I've been strung up
Put out for show
A line I could not tow

And so it seems
By any means
I must find a way

To hurt myself
And those I love
When I could rise above

And only you
The path is through
A chance to start anew

If you could lift me up high
Lift me to the sky
I would not tumble and fall away
I'd still be at your side today

If you could lift me up high
Lift me to the sky
Up in the clouds is where I'd stay
And watch my old life drift away

All that I ask
Is that my years
May not be lived in fear

So satisfy
My worried mind
And I can find a way

To love myself
And others too
Despite what they've been through

I ask today
You light their way
And someday they can say

If you could lift me up high
Lift me to the sky
I would not tumble and fall away
I'd still be at your side today

If you could lift me up high
Lift me to the sky
Up in the clouds is where I'd stay
And watch my old life drift away

The sound of open water

Driven evil in your mind,

Backward of reasons

Given to Children and wildfowl,

Explaining Pacific Theatre

And its lack of stage direction,

Hosed down Holy Cities

In buckets of **** and Holy Water,

Made Holy Hell and Holy Romans

Wholly Unacceptable.

She let you in, and you sunk your teeth into her veins pulling out every secret and story she had hidden from the world.
She showed you her darkest place and you took her there again.
You held her hand and walked her up the stairs, she saw a future brightly shining just a few stairs higher.
And you tripped her.
You ******* tripped her.
You watched her fall into the place she swore she would never go again and you laughed in her face.
You stuck your greedy little fingers in her battle wounds and you laughed.
How do you live with yourself, how do you sleep at night knowing someone so fragile is debating ending her life over someone who never deserved her.

Poetry effervesces from the soul
Sparkling to the surface effortlessly in tiny
Disconnected bubbles.
No champagne can capture the
Joy of rising bubbles from within.

Sometimes it
pops up
Sweet and salty like popcorn;
Exciting, fresh and crisp.

Or it rumbles up from a deep well of fire
And spits
Out
Red and hot, searing and purging
From a swirling mass of magma.

Fireworks don't come easily and fizz and pop and die-
Champagne has to wait in cold and dark-
Popcorn cannot nourish and bubbles simply pop!
But diamonds deftly cut can  clarify.

When you are on top
Don't forget to respect small things
Because they are the foundation of your success

Devi is an ocean.

standing on the beach,
ocean does not affect me,
is completely indifferent ,
howsoever deeply I love being there,
the wetness has not touched me!

To truly know the ocean
enjoy it I need to immerse myself,
and go deep diving so see its true beauty.
Ocean will still not care who I am,
but know I will be a changed person.