I see waves crashing and breaking on the shore.
I can feel a lightning strike shoot up my spine.
I hear thunder clap as its echo moves in rings that encircle me.
I feel the Cosmos swirling around and within me.

Remember who you are,
Spirit made physically manifest.
A body in the shape of a star.
And when it comes to being you,
There's only one thing you can be,
The best.

Transcend your desire for simplicity,
For in ease lies comfort,
And in comfort lies death.

When will we learn that fire burns?
That words hurt.
That they give the sparks of anger form
And turn them into a storm.
That moves through the world uncontrolled,
And even the best agents sent on patrol,
Are left scorched in their wake,
Leaving nothing but pain and ache.

That lies fly from ear to ear,
Diluting the truth until nothing is clear.
They make trust rust faster than light,
And make it hard to win the fight.
To cooperate.
To move past our flaws and navigate,
This difficult world we're in.
Landing more and more fools in the pen.

But in the same way that words do harm,
They work like a charm.
They can be used to tie us together like crochet.
To unite a generation, like MLK.
Words can heat a room,
Or burn the house down in one giant plume.
How we use them is up to us,
To answer the one simple question: Who Do You Trust?

Realize,
That even if you're up to your eyeballs in something,
You can still see.

Strike light a bolt of lightning.
Fast and focused.
Unwilling to change course.
And filled with unnerving energy.

Don't play the game,
Stay in your lane.

The same nerves that grab the trapeze artist,
Before he soars through the air.
The same nerves that seize the actor,
Before the curtain is raised,
Are gripping me now.

The nerves that run through the body,
Before turning into an electric current of excitement,
That propels Great ones to do Great things.
It's Time.

A Man who has been tested by solitude,
Is stronger than steel,
Mightier than iron,
And shines brighter than platinum.
For though he rests in a mortal body,
He has forged an immortal soul.

She's like a flower,
Give her a little love
And she grows.

She moves beyond the shadows,
From her past that try to cover her up.
And she blossoms into a wild, flowering bud.
With beautiful reds and blues,
She's more beautiful than she ever knew.

Despite what I thought before,
I didn't need you to help me climb the mountain.
Even though I didn't believe I could,
I did it myself.

There is a good soul in everyone.

Your choppy waves slam me onto rocky shores.
Your droughts dry even the wettest of forests.
Your wind wipes away the strongest of trees.
Your fury leaves nothing but scorched earth in its wake,
Where nothing can grow back.

It leaves my heart in two.
That's why I just can't be with
You.

Let your fears wash away,
On the shores of peace.

When you are thrown off course,
Answer me these two questions:
How bad do you want it?
And how badly did you need a new course?

Who would've thought that sitting still,
Being bored and alone,
Would be the hardest thing of all?

The war is over.
And I have won.

When the horrors of battle are over...
...How does a warrior define himself in times of peace?

To give Love,
Is the greatest gift one can give.

All is love and love is all.
For even hate is the energy of love flowing in the wrong direction

I stare down the dragon,
That's been tormenting me for years.
Her hand clasped tightly in mine.
I brace myself for the fight.

My dreams lift me high in the sky,
And the light lifts me higher.

I've borne my Soul unto you.
I've shown you my flaws,
My imperfections,
The chinks in the armor.
And instead of running,
You smiled,
And asked.

When do we start?

You are the light of the universe,
Shine bright.

It's been so long,
Since I last made a post.
But to those who read my all works in one sitting,
It will seem like an instant.
Such is the delusory nature of time...

How long can you live in the Underworld?
Where the walls are made of skulls,
And the rivers flow hot with fire.
Toiling endlessly,
On the task of "self-improvement".
How many years will you waste on this?
When there is already a booming voice in the back of your head,
Telling you what is right and what is wrong.
Your conscience.
Listen to it,
And you will never know the land of the dead.

Sometimes we feel alone,
But the stars that glitter around the sky,
Are the Gods watching us.
Their smiles are wide,
And their hearts are full of joy and love.