Slow down, don't leave Take a moment out Let yourself breathe... There, in your psyche Behind your silent pain Tap into that storm cloud And simply let it rain!!
Empty those old cabinets Of filed foul regrets Twisted through your memory banks You haven't processed yet
There in your psyche Hidden in plain sight A need to guide others By your poetic gift of light
Let it reign, let it shine Pour your words upon the line We all share a creative soul Take your turn and let it flow ....
A walk through the woods reveal a solitude that I yearn, like how snow craves a safe spot to rest on needles of bowing pine trees. His howling gusts transform into silence by a frozen lake, where a doe scouts for breaching grass with her fawn. And just for a moment, as the sun rises and illuminates hardened beads of water clinging to spiderwebs, I can close my eyes and breath in--not tobacco and *****--but moistened earth and rotting wood. You are free, the woods whisper.
Funny, Sad, Ugly, Dark, Evil, Deep, Wise, Idle, Mischievous, Expressed in ones and oughts, Identions into my mind and life, An aviary of my erratic thoughts.
Your thoughts shape and mold your life to who you are.