Beneath me I can see
Floating mid-air am I not
Here is something in that
you have not?

in this box we live
a universe of pandora,
an unpredictable list
to slam a hope
and to **** a dream
give me a moment
i need to scream

how many nails
do i have to have
to build this house
only with sand?
can the pressure of time
break the glass
or etch like a sketch
with a diamond in hand?

a willowed moment
an arched place and a dip in length
flexible and durable
not always its strength?

silence has done nothing
then why condemn it with a screech
can you help me
clean the air with an inaudible bleach?

can the moments in which we crave
those delightful memories ignite
those flames inside give away
the feelings i have repressed today?

here is where it all inplodes,
unfolds,
creating and taking shape
to amuse,
to entertain...
on a flat plane,
a blueprint of sorts,
like a vacation that's overplanned
the moment is overthrown
with a missed element
and a simple grain of sand.

A billowed breeze
Bending imaginations in ways
With water soothing jagged edges
Its only time that can have a clue
Of what this wound will do
Heal—forgive and forget?
Or live a life of regret?

so can the air carry the messages
you send with smoke?
can i have those memories...
that make you choke?
how can i send the emotions
in a static connection
and make sure
im over you, around and under
when the communication
has been a blunder?

where is hope?
when the light dims?
how can one be so happy
without the end?
with friends and family
within reason and sanity
how can the emotional tug of war
be won when life really hasnt begun?

to say one inch
has been a mile
to say the feet have walked
when the ground before and after is

undisturbed
is it perplexed when i say the statement
is absurd?

so tell me what and if
can you do something with this?
how often can the laugh and plain jane
can make the mundane
seem oh so insane?