Change is strange and sometimes necessary
autumn develops a sweet sense of liquid motion
casting spells of deep dreams in the sky



Why do we change?
Why is it strange?

  the beauty is among us
The first leaf falls and it has begun

Gleaming slowly, I can see the sun

The ocean breeze becomes light and chilly, yet it's still alive

Change is strange and sometimes necessary, grab the whiskey and eggnog and we will surely survive !

Halloween and pumpkin pie, oh my!
Get the little ones
Dress up and play
Family time is on the way!

Change is strange and sometimes necessary,  all the memories are here to stay!

Sometimes I sit in the park
I die in the dark
And I long for you

I hear whispers in my ear
Once again I'm screaming

Oh wait!  No, I'm screaming in happy thought

A process to ponder
A process to grow from

Can I express myself even if it's black, mystic and spew

I am a po-et
Po-et-ing
Po-et-ic

To fear the utmost bravery
To hault at expectations

This is life

We choose to loathe in comfort or seek love from others outside of us

To fear the utmost truth is the reason of existence

We have to learn
To grow
To expand
To fly

Pitter patter on the deep mount
Explore explosions in the sky

If we trust the rooted continent we may even die

But wait...
Aren't we all dying anyway?

Truth be told I have a love

A love in life that's full of surprises even the world doesn't get

It's only me

It's only you

Sky less
Dark
Emotion full of doubt

Come with me and wrap me in your arms

Play onward bad around me
Let me be here and there
Never conclude or doubt your beautiful mystery


It always amazes me and I never once fear the ability of it

Oh, the laughter

Thank you for ******* my weirdness through your genuine smile

I'll never forget it, ya know?

I'm here
Here
Here

I pick it like a scab.
Its ugly and itching,
Unwilling to heal without leaving its mark.

Its funny how the past teaches but leaves one tainted.
But funnier how you never have the things you need,
but have all the **** you want.

And soon I'll forget the color of your eyes
and you'll forget mine.

Isn't it funny
How we become so attached to people
Only to detach months if not years later?

Isn't it funny
How the ones we let our guard down for,
Are the ones that make us build our walls higher then before?

Isn't it funny
How we fall in love
And either remain lovers



Or become

Permanent
*strangers.