Perhaps when life has
No choice but to freeze
Like a statue -

When it is faced
To face a long,
Troublesome wall -

You'll realize that
The people you helped atop
Aren't quite there anymore,

And that you've left behind
The ones who've always
Stood behind you.

As to why you are alone,

You'll know by the
Air in-between
Your clenched fists,

The simplest answers
are the hardest
to grasp.

When there is no
Path ahead,
Going back,
Is the only Path.

His fingers grew cold and stiff in the cradle of my own
Last breath rattled, marker of death
Innocence violently stripped away
Shell left, a hollow reflection
Those pieces lay in defeated slumber
For months the clouds gathered
Rain, soft and chilling
Lulled quiet the rage, tears fell
A violent gush coming dangerously close to flooding
All of the hidden cavities that remained
Until one day the sky opened
Hesitant rays like bird's first flight
Shimmered down with angelic serenity
Bringing warmth once again
My eyes squinted to adjust
Recoveries healing hand
Had finally reached out to sooth
The wounds remain, puckered, ragged edged
I will carry them like badges of honor
For you were worth fighting for
Your laughter still echo's
Plastering the walls of the hole you left behind
With saturated, hopeful colors

The lights low
Our breathe heavy
her eyes  speak of pleasure
Their bodies pressed tightly together
Our kiss is as bright as the sun
She moans elegantly
As his hands stroke her breast
Love is spoken without speaking
For this is true love

Dreams
They aren't just things that appear at night
They take over your mind and heart and soul
Passion
Is what floods through your veins
When your overcome with who you are
Drive
is that ******* pull
Like gravity that makes you get out of bed
Its that veil that covers your mind of all common sense
When you wanna get where you gotta be
These three things keep us
Alive and help us move on
They are what make great men great
And weak men weak

Ripe Mourning, so Crisp and Crackling with Life Waking or Life preparing to sleep.

A shift change taking place at dawn, both sleepers and wakers will share a Yawn, for worlds of dream or worlds awake, it's like Consciousness balances itself in this way.

I see a Blue Herron standing on one leg near the pond, ducklings waddling in a line behind their Mom.

I see children running and playing on the jungle gym, how appropriately named. Training ground for the perils of the Jungle ahead, the Jungle of Life.

" Welcome to the Jungle"

Everything in Life is a Test
Every Choice Molds your Future Self
Prepare Yourself, Prepare Your Children, Train them on the Jungle Gym.

*"Welcome to the Jungle"

I drift, the still beating of my heart even louder than before, my body just an empty vessel laying on the floor.

The force that keeps me alive, draining, my empty eyes raining, I struggle to concentrate my mind lost to a million different thoughts, yet they are all the same.

How did I get like this, lonely, she's not beside me, I gasp for breath, I can't find her. Where has she gone, she's missing, moments of the last hug, the last kiss flash in my crowded mind.

The hands of the clock ticking, counting down, each second echoes around my soul causing terrible pain like a blade cutting through me.

I'm lost in a maze of feelings and I can't find my way back, I need help, I need her.