the brightest candle casts the darkest shadows
and burns out twice as fast.
why is it that when you give a man
good advice, he knows not how to take?
but if you give a man poor advice, you receive
eternal thanks?

if i give you anything, i hope its peace of mind.
i know that you will do your thing
and that's okay,because
i know that it is not mine.

the world i see ahead of me,
contains the purest light,
all of it remains in front,
i'm not sure if
there's a drop that lays behind.

I know one day, i shall return, to that
from which i came.
but with a better understanding,
of this silly game i play.
i hope, you see,
it's with a heavy heart i leave,
but at this point, it's the best path,
at least, for me

all in all,
i chose not make an impact, but
rather leave a mark,
its for this very reason,
i step out of the dark.

what an ostentatious thought
a preposterous society in
which we live
how could you say such things,
let alone yourself believe?

is this how much we've lost?
just shows what we could gain.
the truth is there;
it's view not quite as plain.

i dare not try and explain,
for fear of the masses,
claiming i'm insane

if you go there, on your own
you'll see,
you've always known.

i'd like to save you, from yourselves
but i know,
i'm no messiah

i'd like to paint a picture,
with the colors of my thought
if you choose not to look
my labors aren't for wrought.
this search may simply not be yours,
but others will have sought.

the shadows on the wall
are not enough for me
when you look outside your cave;
true colors you shall see

a poet seeks not a poem,
but a perspective on a life.
an opportunistic window,
to show another light.

take a magnifying glass
and look across your floor,
the things you see now
aren't the same they were before?

what more, what more
what more could you ask for?
its here, its there, its everywhere
tis the flavor we call life

there's something within my bed
i sleep with it
i eat with it
i can't avoid it
when i am alone
i am with it
let me go, i plead
pointless banter
i'll see you in the
morning

question
answer
true or
false

doesn't matter

believe
what
you choose

smiles upon, the girls and boys
turning this and that,
swell on in the heat of winter,
showing, snowing,
knowing tis till
morning

watching clouds
disperse into everything
the pen, quills on
with he drone of silence,
spilling thoughts onto
paper, until said morning...
the story continues.
shorter, older, newer,
colder, brighter, nearer,
crisper, noise.