It twists up coiling around
The thick white diamond shaped lattice
Weaving in and out blooming here
Sprouting there
Thick stems push through holes
Damaging what was once strong
Broken now the green takes over
As if to laugh  
"you cannot contain me"
The beauty is breathtaking
The design, a work of art

Rolling eyes
Rolling by
Looking down
Looking to the side
Over pain and over me
It's not okay for honesty
Keep it light
Tread carefully
Easy come easy go
Is all they be

Truth is....
it feels better not to think
not to think it through
Not to self examine
Not to ponder ones reflection
Not if it means change
Change is different
difficult
Even if it might mean redemption
Even if it would lead to perfection

Good is bad
So bad is good
That's what they say
You can do what you want
Don't matter the cost
Live for today
You'll be forgiven
Don't walk away
It's only temporary
YOLO anyway
That's what *they say

What is in a word?
Does it matter?
Is it useful?
Is it kind?
Do you say it in a song?
In a letter?
In poetry?
How do you see others?
First do you see yourself?
Do you listen?
Do you help?
Do you pay attention?
Do you pretend?
What is in a word anyway?

The waters are calm and icy, moonlight glimmers across the vast blue sea but the fog is thick up ahead
This world cold like an icy sea in darkness they stay seemingly calm as they stray into dense fog so that they cannot clearly see their way.
"Speed it up we want to make it a day early!" the bribed captain tells the crew. With a smile and a laugh they gladly obey.
Faster now and a little too late, the unsinkable cannot turn sharp enough to slide by unscathed.
Just like the titanic the world is anxious to speed things up, to get ahead, to progress in anyway possible in order to make more money or fame. Very little is done to make good choices, until all of a sudden it's too late.
Unafraid they proudly announced she would not sink. With so much pride the rich remain in denial.Time seemed to drag on as they got the rich to safety. Enough lifeboats to save 1500, yet in their disbelief and unwillingness to unite only 700 made it out alive.*
The world still believes only the wealthy should remain. There is no unity in humanity, hence,... this system is a lot like the Titanic.*

2 Peter 3:3&4
"First of all know this, that in the last days ridiculers will come with their ridicule, proceeding according to their own desires and saying: ' Where is this promised presence of his? Why, from the day our forefathers fell asleep in death, all things are continuing exactly as they were from creations beginning'"
Matthew 24:37-39:
"For just as the days of Noah were, so the presence of the Son of man will be. For as they were in those days before the flood eating and drinking, men marrying and women being given in marriage, until the day that Noah entered into the ark, and they took no note until the flood came and swept them all away, so the presence of the Son of man will be."
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20071129121817AARZMIJ

Stay straight while you keep your head up
This too shall pass
Stumbling blocks on the road try to trip you up
Just try to remember where your at
What's important? Where are you going?
In this life nothing lasts
So stay straight while you keep your head up
This too shall pass

Empty threats  
Fill up pages
Seems I come to see
Angry ink of
Thoughtlessness

Precious are the moments
Since moments turn to hours
Hours turn to days, and so on
Nothing is more expensive
More fleeting
Nor has the quality
Time is golden
It is not a small thing
But the small things
That matter
Since time is so valuable
Choose wisely
It to whom you'll give

Slowly sliding halfway off the cushion
The pillow behind my head feels a bit too
Hard for my liking
It keeps my eyes peeled for something
Anything that might spark my interest
Enough, is there any such thing that exists?
No, I've decided, nothing could keep me
It is too late to resist, heavy as they feel
Eyelids close
like blankets covering windows
Cover these loud Windows please
Life is much too chaotic for the likes of me
No, I feel myself drifting
I am much too tired for anymore of this
Much much too tired

I don't know about you, but I'm tired of spinning.
Same stories been told for thousands of years, still, nobody's winning.
Pockets of pigs continue to grow while ones they call peasants, sit in the snow.
Kerosine's sparse, lights about to go out
as the wealthy eat steak, warm,
in their 12 bedroom house.

Many would say
Bravery
Takes a risk

A brush with death

No fear
A sharp eye
Quick wit
Many would say
Bravery
It takes harsh
Reality

I say
To be brave
Takes a stand
It takes faith
A strong heart
And courage
A silent prayer

Or many

A heart full of love
A willfulness
Walking a path
On your own
Without it ever being
Known

Bravery cries
Silent tears
No listening ear
Ever hears
Only
To get back up
With eager
persistence

To be brave
Is many things
It's strong
It's loyal
It's resilient
But most of all
To be brave
truly takes endurance

Thank you
For providing me
A place to bleed
From my eyes
And my heart

The beauty that only exists in an encouraging word, is the kind of beauty you radiate. The kind that I will always remember and cherish, until the end of time.

Thank you
Thank you for minutes,
for sideways smiles and winks
For laughter and honesty
I felt the freedom tonight
I was 10 years ago
Life was in the moment
A rainbow broke through storm clouds
Tonight
I was young and in love
with a calm from above
I smiled up to the sky
Said a prayer in my mind
It went something like this
**I love you

Lost and lonely hearts are always on the mend
Stitching and stabbing at ripped seams
For they cannot be sewn straight any-longer

Hate filled words crash  
into innocent ears
bruising the core of a once strong soul
Unruly hypocrisy
breaking the young mind
Confusion resides in every corner
Hands of fury
abusing headship
abusing privilege

Head above water
                     just enough
.                            to keep from drowning completely

It goes off
Before you know it
Before you can think twice
One slip bliss
No more worry about this
No more worry about you
No more thinking it through
I'm tired of these triggers
Stabbing like a knife
Tired of hurting  
Tired of life

If I were
a perfect hourglass
your prized and polished trophy
then would you hold me
high up for all to see?
Probably you would
I would be shiny and beautiful
sitting alone on your shelf
collecting dust
until it was time
to show me off again

A girl once had a precious jar, it held inside all of her heart. It was filled to the top with special things, like trinkets and pictures and memories. It was painted all pink and glittery. Across the top read her name, she kept it safe behind a frame. Then one day a school friend came by,.... ever so curiously, poking around her jar of special things. Clumsily asking her what was inside, "oh it's really just nothing " she quickly replied.  Honest to God she doesn't want them to see... her very private  personal memories. Some of them good and some not so much,... "You can look at the outside but please don't touch". And this truly was all she'd ask, it shouldn't have been such a very hard task. Alas and still he waited until to the ladies powder room she wondered. He felt the glass, the glitter and paint picked it up and shook it! To the ground it shattered! All over the floor her memories were scattered. Quickly he rushed stumbling this way and that, ripping some papers stepping on glass. In the blink of an eye and it was all over, as quick as he came he ran out the front door.

Trust me*
you say, I'm not doing anything wrong
But you decide that you're leaving
without saying you're gone
Going for a ride  
Same place you always go
How am I to trust you when I already know?
She was someone you slept with
Years ago or yesterday
How would I ever know anyway?
So when you say trust you it's no easy thing
I know what you're capable of ...
Oh yes I know
Trust me

I can still write words
Words unseen, unappreciated
Unheard
I can still pen my emotions
In black & blue
twisting syllables and sentences
So you won't understand
How it feels to be lonely
Abandoned & rejected
I can write words
You'll have to find
Through dictionary pages
And perhaps you might not
Have the time
So instead you'll sigh unimpressed
And close the book

Undeniable
It's undeniable the intricate design
The beauty of
The complexity
Take for instance the honey bee
Seemingly irrelevant yet
Invaluable to humankind
or have you noticed the water cycle?
Could you duplicate the impossible?
The perfection of creation
It's undeniable

What's the meaning?
The deeper meaning
The suffering and constant stress
Anxiousness is so confusing
It makes your mind a mess

So why worry about the why
Just remember the Proverbs
When you must cry
And never lean
on your own understanding
Pour out your heart
As you remember to
Never be demanding

Always remembering too
This picture
Is so much bigger
Than just me and you

So never start to worry
About the next day
Cause the next day might be
Just as bad as today

Focus on what's good and true
He clothes the lillies and feeds the birds
What makes you think
He doesn't care about you?

Oh mind of mine
Stop thinking
Accept misunderstandings
Find the serenity
I know it is confusing
Though He is not
And your heart is full of want
Time is unforgiving
Unfair is all your feeling
Try to find comfort
Without understanding

It's gone
Rushing away
Tumbling, turning
Fast as the current carries
I watch it disappear
Out of my sight
No way to turn back
While I sit
On this bridge

This is unfair
I fight and read
and I get lost in prayer
I try so hard not to fall
It's just so unfair
Endure to the end
but how can I bear
When you constantly
Surround me
You are always there
It seems to be
an impossible task
To allow you in
Is so much to ask
To believe in lies
Is something I cannot do
I cannot trust you enough
To believe in you