My thoughts are chaos
No reason or rhyme
Belonging nowhere
In space or in time
Neither coming or going
Not inside or out
Because there never really was a box.

(Why didn't you tell me?)

The things that we cling to
The things we hold dear
Familiar faces of loved ones
Their voices we hear
The sensation of rain
As it falls on your face
A smell that takes you back
To a long remembered place
THEY ONLY EXIST RIGHT NOW.

…And only in YOUR reality.

Because your reality and mine
Are not the same.
It's all just a matter of perception
Which differs as much as opinion.
We only share this moment
And perhaps the next if we so choose
Which we will, because that's
What we've been conditioned
to think should happen,
therefore we make it so.

We don't question our existence

We just ARE….

FOR NOW.


The date's not important—Time isn't real anyways.

It just isn’t right, it doesn't add up…

They demand bloodshed in exchange for our protection

Shallow promises of safety with no real intentions

Because this was an inside job
And that was a false flag operation

All smoke and mirrors, all to strike fear
In the hearts of what was once a free nation

Chipping away at us and our rights
One fragile layer at a time

Just sign here on this dotted line

Just sign here in the blood of your daughters and sons.

Then go home and be expecting us
When we come to collect all your guns.

So who's really the terrorists here?

So there I was one Thursday night
Just kickin' back alone in my bed
Got my jammies on & pillows fluffed
With one arm tucked under my head

Staring off into space, lost in thought
'til I saw something move on my wall,
above me was a pretty big spider
skipping along frantically, trying not to fall

but fall he did, & he landed close by
as I laid there frozen with fear
at first I couldn't tell if he intended to cuddle or bite
then ever so slowly he began to draw near

his gaze settled on me with uncertainty
with his six or eight little eyes
then he brushed up against me ever so gently
I just kept still and whimpered & cried

Apparently he was smitten with me
And so chose a spot on my hand to sit
I couldn't tell him I don't like him like that
"No spider, Not even…A little…Bit."

Then I said "Spider – This could get crazy
With all of our legs entwined"
"you with eight, and me with two,
In total that's ten legs combined."

He looked really sad, and I felt kinda bad
Because a love like his is quite rare
So it went from being a one night stand
To this now complicated affair.

I am my keepers' diary – My covers bear a likeness to her resolve
My pages are like her fragile heart,
The ink on them are the secrets from the depths of her soul.
In me she confides that which no one else knows
Her joy, pleasure, happiness and pride,
Her anger and rage, her sadness and sorrow.
I know my keeper well – I have felt every flick of her pen
I can tell when she smiles by the gentle turn of a page
Or when she cries and her teardrops fall into me,
I dutifully soak them and hold them forever within.
Her rage! Oh God! Her anger, it stings like the snap of a whip,
As her pen moves swiftly and sharply again and again.
Just when I think I can bear it no longer,
She softly smooths her hand over the freshly scored page
And in that moment, I know she needs me
Like anyone needs a good friend.
I am my keepers' diary – My covers shall never betray her resolve.

Welcome!
You finally made it!
I've been waiting for you for a long time.
Now I invite you to come into my world.
Shhh…Step softly…Close your eyes.
Just listen. Feel.
Feel the silence. Listen to the energy.
Now open your eyes.
Taste the brightness. See the sweetness.
Embrace the love.
Enjoy.
Now go. Spread the word.
Send the others.
I'll be waiting.

You can shed tears that she is gone,
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all that she left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her,
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her only that she is gone,
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back.
Or you can do what she'd want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.