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

If I isn't know myself I would think I was a self a holic.  One who is constantly obsessed with what's happening with the self.

That's it

That's all

That's all I have to say

If the dreamer is dreaming then where do their souls live?
Underneath the pocket of dust in your closet?
In your soft comfy bed of rest?
In the dreamers hands so you can play with the idea of reality?

If we are constantly dreaming
Then what experiences are we having?

The experience of having a better experience?  

Or is it....
Just a dream?

I saw you in the moonlight
That day you were smiling
Glooming thoughts floated around my arm
I returned to you
But it wasn't you
It was your shadow

Your shadow looks at mine and says
"If I could be anything, I would be candied cherries on top of your dreams"

I fell
I fell
I fell

In love

Not with you but with my shadow
I forgot what I looked like

I saw my own beauty hidden under my other arm

I placed my arms to the sky
Looked up and quietly kissed you goodbye.

The end.