Thin dead leaves pungent of wet dissolved dreams.
A table stables a half empty glass of water.
Why must we define ourselves by levels of violence?
Letters crease too easily these days.

When you are away from someone too long
Their smell is the first thing you remember.
When you are away from something too long
The joy of doing it again is the first thing you recall.

And when the clouds have all gone
Is when I will cradle see your face.
And when the sun has finally set
Is when I will settle with hard grace.

Where has the MADness gone?
Where has the SADness drifted to?
Where has the SANity tip toed?
Where has the OBScenity scampered off to?

There is as much peace in the wavering wet grass
As there is snow in the most impossible of mountains.
Wisdom knows no limits
And that is because wisdom
Knows its reasons for limitations.

Sit.
See.
Breathe.
Smell.
Taste.
Feel.

Let thought be
Secondary.
Address the problem
In five minutes.
There is no need to rush
Through life.
Life will begin and
End when it wills.

A man told me once,
"Live as if you have already died
And that everything you are doing
You are doing without regret
Or with fear of death,
For you are already dead."

Perhaps happiness is the root of all creation
Perhaps love is
Perhaps underneath all this anger, this hate, this violence,
This racism, this disdain, this bitterness, this hurt,
Is where love and compassion once was?

And what is the remedy to bring love back?
I see a lighthouse, its piercing light stabbing through the fog.
I see two lover's asleep in the lime colored grass.
I see forgiveness in the eyes of a man who's been wronged.
I see hope in the eyes of one who is lost.

I see a bright star in the night sky
With a brighter star behind it.

Can it be optimism?
Can it be faith?
Can it be true if it is writ?
Can it be believed?

What is the point of living
If one cannot dream?

A story holds many truths.

Your truth is what you choose
To believe.