Resentment is an obstruction
That keeps us from loving ourselves or anyone
It hurts no one but us
And holds your joy under the gun

It hardens in your heart
Takes away inner peace and never lets it go
And the only way to relieve it
Is to forgive and to let go

So try to see your part and put it behind you
The good that came of it and how you'll apply it
Set boundaries and hold them true
And start your day anew

While all my secrets lie motionless, I listen to their dreams
Drifting like broken shadows to my end of days
Rolling on into nothingness, where forever seems
To exist in realms that will not pass away

Are not the years long enough, to wake them from their sleep
So I may know the truth my conscience holds inside
Or will my secrets never honor me with all I hope they keep
Until their dreams I no longer listen to or confide

I heard the humming of a spinning wheel, perhaps my own
But the hand that turned the wheel was not mine
I wondered if the dreams of my secrets had all rolled on
To exist in realms my conscience could not find

While all my secrets were motionless, I listened to their dreams
Finding they held all the sorrows I could not see
As I had rolled them into nothingness, where forever seemed
To exist in realms where I did not wish to be

The spinning of the Earth is never interrupted
for anyone.  
Although, faces of men whisper of experience
between ideas that come undone.

Deep questions slide into all we know to be,
step right in.
Yet, we do not hesitate to look away,
when their hours begin.

Looking back at the summer of our lives,
were we supposed to hold hands?
Perhaps we never tried, or merely gave up
in the end.

Just another minute or two tries not too smile
when reading what’s been said.
We wait for justice, and then roll over
playing dead.

Settling in, we do not mention lessons
learned from each moment.
Is this not a step towards
what lies underneath our torment?

Are we running out of time and a foot behind,
because we do not care?
Do we only commit to that which comforts
our own air?

Sometimes I doubt if we closed our eyes for a second
we would see the entire picture,
perhaps because, we refuse to see ourselves
as we are,
Imperfect Creatures.

Inside my heart there is a key
That fits in every lock
Unlocking all the treasures
That I hold inside

If you can find the way in here
The key is yours to hold
But remember you’re responsible
To in love this heart enfold

This key is not returnable
But it will never break
And everything you find in here
Is always yours to take

Treat the contents with respect
Love them like you love your own
And your key will always fit
The place your heart can call its home

The evening moon shines down turning her ear to long ago
Listening for a weary spirit that walks unheard
She smiles to herself as if she knows
Why those clouds drifting by
Say not a word

These silent hours fill all the earth and sky revealing
All the past and future’s passions
Yet, that evening moon for these feelings
Has no interest as she listens
In her own fashion

A weary spirit walks by unheard in these silent hours
Trying with certain steps not to speak
Smiling to himself as he holds wisdom’s showers
In those clouds drifting by
In silent streaks

The evening moon may turn her ear to long ago
To hear that which walks unheard
But if she has no interest in what she does not know
All those clouds drifting by
Will not say a word

The truth he spoke came from twisted branches
Unlike sacred vows within a stormy sea
Departing from my sight with such abruptness
Until I knew that only he
Could set me free

My spirit searched blindly within my breast
For the truth he spoke to me
Knowing time had come to undress
All those twisted branches
In my sight I see

I yearn once again to hear the charm of his truth
To drown the vows of my stormy sea
A hundred times I would forsake my youth
From my sacred vows
I would flee

The truth he spoke drifted in as three words
Touching the very soul of me
Why did I let them leave my heart unheard
Knowing only his truth
Could set me free

Call for that which moves today above your broken wings
with perfect timing familiar as your dreams.
Tonight, what is true will not accuse how you feel
or tell you what to write
in a torrent of questioning schemes.

Declare that I have something the world loves to place
in glass windows forever to be considered
as part of their past.
To once again be able to face themselves
in the morning and have the will to claim
something that will last.

Tell me that the air I breathe is full of wonder and new life
that no nightmare could ever ask
to be part of its story.
When I sit in the moonlight
let me inhale with devotion
instead of spinning inside a shadow’s quarry.

Remember nothing but that which you hear singing
from a soul with no fear,
a sound more beautiful than the wind.  
It flows like a drink from a cup,
almost deeper than love itself
when seen through the eyes of that which moves
above your broken wings.

Tomorrow, a private dance will be ending
The sky will yield a bird its blue
All shall wonder at the sight of a new beginning
On a wild pathway
Full of bountiful
Truth

No dark shadows shall dream behind our eyes
Roses will slumber in perfect peace
We will all wonder at this beauty as we sigh
Now understanding  
That our pain  
Will cease

Our valleys shall again belong to us one and all
Embraced by the arms of calming winds
We will all smile in wonder as we hear the call
Of our beautiful world
Turning round
Again

Today, we stand in silence, awaiting this last dance
A whole reflection of what will be
As time grows we smile and await this chance
To walk this pathway of truth
While birds make ready
To be free

You have the desolate look
of the hunted
In your smoldering eyes
As if you have
so many dangerous secrets
a mysterious
sordid past to hide

I can hear your thoughts
softly humming
Each time I look at you
Like a soft burst
of dissonant music
Illuminating the bitter truth

There are layers of complex
and mysterious meaning
In the way you avert
your soulful eyes
As if you feel a malevolent pressure  
Squeezing you from inside

As the last light of the day
is fading
I am committing each detail of your face
to memory
Look at me now
do not turn away
Reveal your secrets to me

Do not let me continue to read
enigmatic messages  
Into that which I think I see
in your eyes
Please open yourself up and talk to me
Before I say goodbye

Midnight leaps into a different glory,
can you see the silence
masking the world as it changes?
If we listen to the wind
lost souls will speak of love
found within walls
where soft lips eloquently tell
of simple grace and praises.

Stop and look upon a puzzle
where no noise can be heard
but a light shines here and there
burning the same as warm champagne.
Subtle I want you’s fill the air
with smiles,
removing cries,
painting over the pain.

Watch the way satisfaction focuses
on the windowsill of beauty
then places its hope
in the experience proved.
This is when music is made for guidance
and is felt softly inside your head,
heard each time you move.

Our thirst is quenched then framed by a smile
that courageously enters
like the voice of the sun.
Existence writes notes delivered by birds
who wait to tell our story
in ways that move us into one.

Who saw midnight
when it leaped into a different glory?
Could it have been the eyes
that saw silence masking?
Masking into the tapestry
that speaks of love
found within the walls
and is ours for the asking.

What fun is a girl supposed to have
When she is cleaning house
If the directions on everything at her dispense
Read not to place them in her mouth

That lovely smelling cleaner/deodorizer
Really makes her stomach growl
Yet all she can do is clean the floors with it
The directions follow now

A big banner on the side of the bottle
Reads, Do Not Drink!
But she was thinking of mixing a cocktail
Throwing a party in the sink

Surely polishing the furniture is a lot of fun
She was thinking what a blast
Spray that stuff right on the kitchen floor
But the can say’s one could slip and bust their *ss

Glass cleaner is probably her best bet
She can’t wait to see
But the bottle says she has to wear clothes
Because it is streak free

When first lightning struck proclaiming this Changefulstorm  
Silver waves delighted turns as fickle as the wind
Streaming sunbeams refused to conform
As I watched torrential rains
Twist and bend

No fear wailed within my breast as black clouds rolled in
I eagerly waited to be swept into this joy
While knowing  that all I held within
Embraced my storm’s failed
Attempts to be coy

A raging hurricane, she is not, yet how her winds do blow
See her smiling through the pouring rain
Sunbeams shine as lightning flows
The best of both worlds
Unrestrained

First lightning struck on the brightest and darkest day
Each became at once separately the same
A better self appeared to me too say
Changefulstorm shall be
Your name

What feeds the fire that fans the flame
Inside this heart of mine
Ignites my soul and makes it breathe
Until surrender is divine

The thirst the need intense desire
To feel the fire burn
Fuels the flame that burns inside  
For that of which I yearn

To live to learn to not be burned
Of which I know not how
Feeding on the flickering fire of love
The heart should not allow

To freeze the pain the heart does feel
A task that must be learned
To save a heart that feeds the fire
From the fiery burn

Silently waiting near the halls of years that have passed
Is the beginning of lost and confused
Calling farewell to yesterday’s river of tears
That ran deeper than a mystery
Left unproved

A promise does its best to save the life of a memory
What more noble an expression exists
When there is barely a beginning before the end
Of another day that is born to smile
And dismiss

The tick of a clock changes so much in these halls
Brings the beginning of enlightenment
Bidding farewell to the end of lost and confused
As the memory of the life of a promise
Is infused

A broken heart
Was all she had to give
So afraid to laugh and live
No more tears did she wish to cry
So she numbed her soul
And told love goodbye

Her world was shattered
With grief and pain
Her spirit no longer could maintain
She hid her heart and made it cold
Alone was how she would grow old

So long had this spirit been asleep
A passionate fire
Pushed way down deep
Shining eyes and a gentle smile
They were there all the while

In her sleep she wished to remain
Alone and cold in her pain
Then another heart
With beauty deep
Brought great love
And woke her from her sleep

Beauty is awakened
Love does exist
This beautiful heart
She could not resist

From a flaming fire, Time hailed the Wind
Because he was enamored
By the way she scattered leaves in gusts so sweet
He celebrated her beauty by running his hands backward
Whirling streaks of fire in flaming heat

Morning beckoned to the hands of Time to see the Ocean wide
To try and end his celebration of the wind
Hoping he would be enamored
By the changing tide
His backward running, he would then unwind

Time’s flaming fire burned higher, as he felt a breeze
Flowing cool, on his quickly spinning hands
No rest would he find, until the Wind he pleased
Ignoring Morning, he moved even faster
Surely, she would understand

Evening persuaded Morning to leave this post to him
Thinking he could stop Time’s ardent quest
Yet he forgot that true love cannot be dimmed
When he showed him all the stars
He loved best

From a flaming fire, Time hailed the Wind
Knowing that she was his one desire
Morning and Evening could never stop his hands
For Time’s love for the Wind
Fed his fire

Rest my soul in your tender hands
Take my grief from me
Soothe my heart and make it sing
Of your love for me

Touch my heart with your abundant love
Take away my many scars
Shine forgiveness in my soul
From me never part

Hold me to your wounded side
Walk with me forever
Teach me how to live my life
My heart from yours not severed

A light I’ll be all my days
The voice you’ve given me I’ll bring
Proudly I will bring it forth
Forever I will sing

Let me take you into the rains which stream into my heart
Show you the lightning flashing in my veins
You can listen to the thunder as we stand a world apart
Then I will bring you inside me
To remain

Inside of me you will find the silence of hills and valleys
Places you can wander in peaceful bliss
But you will still see that lightning flashing wildly
Hear crashing thunder in the magic
Of my kiss

You can tell me about the rains that stream into your heart
Show me the rocky mountains in your eyes
Together we will stand watching rain clouds part
As the lightening in our veins
Paints our skies

Take me inside of you so I can climb your mountains
The very thought brings me peaceful bliss
Together we will seek to fill love’s own fountain
With the rain in our hearts'
Streaming kiss

Where is the place that love’s fiery heart is set aglow?
When touched by a lover’s presence
Is it the spot inflamed by the piercing of Cupid’s bow?
Burning with desire
And acceptance

Does love turn and burn while growing deeper here?
Releasing waves of inspiration
Creating a melody of sweet notes that softly linger
Weaving a tune that never
Ends to done

Is this the place where heavenly bliss is sensed?
From a lover’s sweet caress
Leaving one open with absolutely no defense
From the bubbling joy
Of effervesce

Our being is the place where love’s fire is set aglow
Love is the vein of our existence
Burning and turning inside releasing fire in our souls
Beautiful is acceptance
Without resistance

Your mind is racing with your heart
Who will the winner be
No one knows until the end
You can't wait to see

The mind it grabs all sense it has
Runs with all its might
The heart it laughs as you see it pass
The mind there on its right

Now neck to neck the race is on
Everyone stands to cheer
Exactly who will win this race
Is everything but clear

The mind gives up the heart it wins
The mind's forfeited the race
The heart will win every time
As the mind can't keep the pace

Midnight is black without the moon
as if there is no
beating heart
An utterly light-less existence
hangs in the balance
From which my spirit
wishes to part

The glorious moon
is that which feeds the river
Of my soul’s
own living grace
This darkness steals my flow
from me
As if my very life
is held in place

Without the moon’s luminous glow
to shine upon
my ever seeking face
My spirit wanders aimlessly
questioning
Why this mishap
has taken place

All the air surrounding this blackness
Has become too thick
to breathe
My body continues to exist
on this plane
However, my spirit
is no longer free

Suddenly I feel the warmth
of the rising sun
Breaking free across
the blackest sky
My moonless night has ended
and my spirit breathes
I stay, take in
this wondrous sight

Many a victory triumphantly led the way
Of the look here in my eyes
In the golden light see a lion pray
To return to his pride
Or die

My future may bend towards restlessness
But I am washed in springs
Of wrangling without hopelessness
Try and prove me wrong
As I sing

I walk on shores where diamonds grow
Dance with no reluctant feet
Understanding all I reap and sow
Look into each eye
I meet

Come on out of what you think you know
Join the lion and walk with me
Yet be you understanding what you sow
Or you will be weeping
Endlessly

A small smooth stone rendered motionless
Debated his place on Earth
With a brightly colored cluster of petals
Wasting their time
For what it was worth

That which cannot be understood stepped inside to rule
All of the unmistakable evidence
Within an absolutely empty space
Final result
Emptiness.........

A continuous period measured by all
Formed a mental picture within
While the small smooth stone never moved
Yet began his debate
Once again

The brightly colored cluster of petals moaned aloud
When the stone began again
Knowing their continuous period measured by all
Would just be wasted
There, on him

I hear you laugh at almost everything
I believe I've rarely ever seen you mad
You are such a joy to be around
Because you are hardly ever sad

I watch your face and look into your eyes
And I see sadness there
A look of vast experience
From a life that's not been fair

Sometimes, I see you talk to yourself
Very quiet, very low
And I wonder what is on your mind
What are you trying not to show

I realize that constant laugh
And the smile there on your face
Is not reflected in those eyes of yours
And it seems so out of place

What lies underneath that mask of happiness
That I always see you wear
And how deep do the secrets, and the pain therein lie
That you alone do bear

Stark white sheets of empty paper
Were flying in the wind
Then floating gently on a breeze
Came to rest upon my pen

I felt myself forget to breathe
I could find no air
As the very thing I ran from
Lay staring at me there

In desperation my heart cried out
“Why can’t you let me be”
You are that which makes me feel
From what my heart does flee

As if possessed, with no control
My hand ignored my heart
Caring not that what it did
Tore my heart apart

My pen poured ink upon the sheets
Controlled by my traitorous hand
While my heart felt every single word
It vowed to never feel again

I brought you a broken heart
You returned it healed
I showed you senses that were numb
You made me feel

Distrust I showed
Your net you spread and shared
And when I leaped I found you there

I have shown you true
You have shown me real
I love you more than a heart should feel

Chase the gloom that conceals my soul away
Those bits of mist that net my moon
So I will not hear their steps by my door each day
Singing me refrains
From their lonesome tune

Take me from the boundaries of day and night
So my pain will pass on to bliss
Lift the veil covering my soft moonlight
Sweetly chase my gloom away
With your kiss

Help me to see these pictures in my mind
Where I loved before as I do now
To remember logic is impossible in love to find
Only breaking the heart
Which continues asking how

Come pour your refreshing dew upon my brow
Sing refrains of music from your soul
Shield me from that which my gloom endows
Quiet this darkness deep inside  
Release me
From its hold

Chase the gloom that conceals my soul away
Free the light of my precious moon
Remove those boundaries of night and day
With the bliss of your kisses sweet refrain
Yesterday
Would not be too soon

In my ways this pen
has always found a reason
to find itself in between
my hands.

Sometimes I take the time
to ask if this is it,
when truth rushes in
to fill my spirit as ink swirls
upon my skin.

I am not afraid of storms that breathe
into this poetry I write,
because all its winds lead me
to those places,
where I can feel.

Does a constant need
bring excitement
leaving us sailing away on songs
lying at the bottom of our hearts?
Is this the place
we roam?

A place where memories keep hoping
we will let them in
as they surround the years
rising to sing in a key
our voices never meant to sing again.

Do not tell me I break the rules
when I try and turn
the wheel of fate.
You know I will always be the one,
trying to fill the empty air
with song.

But tell me,
how does one close up emptiness
when it’s been there so long
even the world
thinks it’s part of the air
they breathe?

In my ways this pen wakes me,
gives me back my heart.
Delighted,
I find myself wondering
if I should sign my name,
or pour this emptiness I filled,
back into my pen
and part.

Three of you come to me
You speak in different tongues
You are the same
You are one

When each of you seeks
To find for the one
I feel you there
Before you've begun

One by one
You show me your gray
I only see in black and white
No change will you bring
To this heart of mine
I am a Child of The Light

You have come as three
Now leave as one
Leave nothing here behind
As what all of you seek
To change in this place
The one will never find