weights fall off

as we dance toward the light

another day down as we

wake from the night

as time grows on

it slows down with you

how could it not

with such a wonderful view

our future like the sea

everchanging and bold

but without some risk

a good story is never told

so I take your hand

as you grab my hips

and we both decide

to make something of this

go out there

find what you want

never let anything

subdue your hunt

What is the past,
if now it is gone?
What is the future,
if now it is wrong?

Now is the only present,
and this is a gift.
Looking forward and back
are merely shifts.

Puzzle pieces moving,
but in the same frame.
Mind thoughts wandering,
but on the same plane.

Looking back and forward,
to appease inquisitive brains,
to understand that as a whole,
still everything remains.

No time at all exists,
but still there is a ticking clock
which tricks us into thinking
our avid spirits are on lock.

Bare not false numbers,
for only one number is true.
It is named infinity:
you are me, and I am you.

& from the flames she rose,
as she looked down at her toes
and saw the dirt beneath,
where all the plants would grow

Espero que podría decirte todo;

la manera que yo nunca detener
pensando de usted
la manera que nunca voy a detener
amando usted

Deseo que yo podría beber usted
Deseo que yo podría comer usted

De esa manera,
realmente sería usted una parte de yo

Quiero respirar usted
No tiene miedo

Nadie va amar usted como yo hago
Por favor, dejame

If you are a rainbow,
show the world all of your colors,
not just one of them
for your entire lifetime,
when you have so much more to offer.

when one day you wake up and realize
it was never the fairy tales that brainwashed your joven soul
or the kind words whispered from a mothers mouth
or the hug from that hard-working father

it was something so opposite and deranged
now forcing you to accept what you had never once imagined
as you slowly heal from the ever-unfamiliar
and walk through flames you never thought you'd touch

then you wake from the ashes of an old reality
as nostalgia is the only place you can call home now
you can never touch the innocence or the perfection of what was
but solely reflect on the future in this new place

and how very foolish you were in the past
and how very cruel the world was for leading you to be

this is it
but somehow
it is still worth it

because it is still somehow substantially better than any other feeling
in the entire world

wanna move to San Diego,
con some fools and start some trouble
wanna live by The Sea,
swoon aged men with beer and stubble
wanna learn The Waves,
ride my heart into the yellow sun
wanna move to San Diego,
go from nothing to bein' someone

we took flight
on the highest of highs;
some obsession
that was in disguise

What if excitement is going out
and hoping to find something or someone
you've never found before?

What if you've already found them?
Where does the excitement go then?
Is it over?

And when I saw the light, shining so bright…
More and more of it each day and at night,
I watched as it grew, and I knew only
Growth could go on forever and always…
Never looking back at the daunting mist,
At eye-level with stench, my nose could not
Smell like my eyes could see; I knew what
I needed to be, but what wonders could
Push and scream, when things are not what they seem,
To bring a reality from our dreams…

curtains closed, I sit in darkness
as I wait for you
if you don't return,
I will have spoken to no one all day

full of graceful accomplishments,
my river still runs dry
with the thought of sleeping alone
and waking with surprise
at the empty sheets next to me

every time, I sigh
and I hold back the urge to cry impulsively
distraught over a broken nail
as husbands die of cancer
in the hospital down the street

oh, how I'd cry then,
if it were you dying,
but you're just simply gone -
off to work, doing your duties

as I wait in the darkness,
and I think of you
please don't stay at your mother's tonight
I promise,
your little brother will be just fine

We are just arguing over semantics,
when we both know that
what I said is true.

I could have said it another way,
but that will not change what is important -
the truth.

Accept this,
or choose to judge the way I speak...
but I am correct.

Do not let emotion
cloud your judgement,
or anger douse what is real.

I may be mean,
while ignorance is bliss...
but I choose to remain above all this.

I used to wonder
if I'd grow old lonely
because you speak so little.

I would sometimes
desperately yearn for your voice,
simply for the need of its presence in my ears.

But the more people I meet,
the more I grow to love your silence;
the more I grow to love who you were and are now.

We sometimes only lay and smile,
like little happy wizards reading minds,
as we gaze into each other's abstruse souls.

Silence is the reason
I loved you in the beginning,
then worried words got in the way.

I went a little crazy,
and blamed you for my tangled thoughts,
wishing I knew all the answers to everything; as if I could.

Soon I realized,
I was the cause of my own distress,
and you were still sitting there silent, waiting for me.

After some time,
our souls became one;
at least I would like to think so.

So don't speak.
Don't ruin it, and neither will I.
Let's live in this silence, together forever;
just knowing that we're in love.

I was walking;
Then, I ran.

No man's love
sails her ship.

These crooked focals
guide my way.

It's something green
and quite obscene.

A cluster of
aberrations and light.

No dead spiders;
just clean slates.

The cat,
and the little girl.

Arriving early,
and always leaving swiftly.

a time so unexpected,
you oppose to forsake me
with eyes so clear,
I throw away the fake me
an essence so surreal,
the harshest of pinches couldn't wake me
a light so strong,
that I will surrender now, so take me
an arm like a sword,
you could strike me down and shake me
a love so true,
you'd never have to make me

Correctly speaking...

We do not call an animal "it".

We do not call a baby "it".

We do not call he or she "it."

We do not call ourselves "it."

And what is most strangely odd to me, is that...
"correctly" speaking:

We do not call [G/g]od "it".

--

We call [G/god] "he".

He.

When we absolutely know what "he" means in the English language;
it means that the object being represented by the word is in fact, a male.

But even to call [G/god] "she" would not satisfy the feminist in me.
For "she" would refer to [G/god] as a female, of course.

How are we to identify someone or something to contain a *** and gender,
when we have no evidence or implications whatsoever of this speculation?

The Bible states He, His, and Him, repeatedly, no doubt,
but this lack of reference was the only known outlet to Scribes.

The capitalization [G], as to give [G/god] a name -- humanization & personalization,
but this is more of a veil to shield our own humane needs,
because in observation, it appears that this given Name
was given to help our immediate understanding of the subject;
an identifier.

Of course, everything should have an identity;
that is what a noun is, after all.

If it has a voice, and words, and advice,
it must be a person.. We say.
If it can teach and listen and punish,
it must be a species, a being.

Well, indeed, it is. But not in the way you and I  
normally think of this notion.

And should [G/god] be a proper noun? Well, of course..
It is almighty!
(Notice the "it".)

So, God.

Just like other proper nouns, it is the name of a name within a name.
Ocelot, for example, is a cat within the noun "cat".

BUT

God stands alone... It is no noun within a noun.

Or is IT?

"God is a chariot" -- stated many places. "He flows throughout all, within all."
(There's that "he" again..)

It is true! God is a chariot!
God is in me, and in you;
it is in everything;
it makes everything;
it breaks everything;
it is.

You are,
for it flows in you and is a part of you.
And if you exude this piece of your soul,
it will be obvious that God is no he, nor a she,
but it is something inside, waiting to be shown.

It is something to be seen physically-- through action and care--through art and stare.
Anything imaginable, God is in it,
which if I look back at this text and think correctly, you are in it.

You are everything,
because you are a part of everything,
because you ARE God;
You are the creator of your world,
and the eyes of how you see it;
As am I.
So start acting like it,
because everything is an extension of your inner-self.

This is a thing that should not be looked over,
and should not be considered above you,
although it is a higher power,
it is a power within you, that you can achieve.
Nothing worth achieving is low;
you must rise up.

Be godly.

Whether I wanted to see it or not,
it was undeniable and I had to admit
that she was the only human being
that came close to who I was,
which in a way, caused me to love her,
setting aside the gray matter
and spoken words.

it is easy to create a smile when you are the teacher

it is when you become the student

that a smile becomes

something more

a smile

soon represents

strength of overcoming your weakness

and building a heart which achieves limitless possibilities

Time moving forward,
need something tangible.
I'm moving forward;
are you tangible?

sometimes, it is not about loving yourself

sometimes, it is about loving the other:
the one right in front of you, waiting to be loved;
waiting desperately,
not knowing how to make it happen,
because they've never been truly loved before - 100%.

sometimes, it is your turn to be selfless,
not selfish - and maybe even suffer a little bit,
because maybe you have been loved before 100%
and you know how AMAZING that feels,
and you want it more than anything from this ONE person,

but they just don't know how to give it to you;
they can't,
because they've never seen it before,
never felt it before,
& don't even know how to begin.

sometimes,

all you can do is show them the way,
instead of getting frustrated,
or angry,
or dissatisfied;
you show them the way,
by loving them 100%, always, whenever you are able,
and sometimes when it is far too difficult.

s t o p
saying: "**** THE MAN",
& be The Man.

Our stories are written

by the actions we create.

Make a story

you would love to read!

a tree
that grows,
is then struck down.
Lightening, Lightening;
but, ah,
trees heal,
so He grows again.
Lightening, Lightening;
a strike
so rare,
and somewhat unexpected.
a tree
not struck
is a tree that is neglected.
He needs
the rain
and also, the light.
Lightening, Lightening;
and then,
the ground --
all He can feel.
no more
sky;
only the earth that is quaked,
and the space that is forsaked
when
the Lightening
strikes,
again and again.

I'm a sucker for top hats and trench coats

Won't somebody smart take me home tonight?

Let's get coffee down the road

Or swing in the playground

Like the good old days

somethin' real
really blew my mind
he wore a suit and tie
it's easier to love someone
than to be
somebody that's loved
maybe my life's
just one big hail
falling to the ground
to make something else

They tell me to run far away
But behind the scenes
it's just you and me
I close my eyes and feel the breeze
and I want to take you home

from ash to soul and soul to ash,
a continuation of life ever-last;
dancing with hexahedron hierarchy --
eating off epidemic oligarchy --

we've crowned a fool, with saviours in town;
our eyes in wool, 'til we turn around,
with eyes of indigo, soaring free,
an extra sight within the trees...

soon each shape moulds together as one,
like scattered stars at midnight come,
an image emerges from the light,
which unveils such a splendid sight:

the fall of kings, the rise of queens
and all the other fragile things;
love and beauty on the tongue,
swivelled down into the lungs,

knowing not what to become,
the cringe of fear resides in some;
hide inside a box with ***
until the waking morning comes...

it's time to rise: wake up! wake up!
leave your box, dispose of cups;
out of the office, into vast love
of a day which is anew, because --

the dark is done if you wish to banish;
revolution is not so outlandish,
when fish merely roam in schools of thought,
with nothing ever truly taught,

until one day, the shark will come,
and cause you to despise your ***,
your weak hand, and your menace,
for all is well when there is penance,

"for they know not what they do...",
leader to people, as lion to shrew;
abolishing all antiquity
in order to reach sublimity.

adult bonobos have *** with infant bonobos
it is part of their culture
think of that,
the next time a human is arrested
for shameful behavior

What is life with no risk?
What is death with no miss?
What are games if not tricks?
I idle my way through,
at the thought of losing you,
for a sailboat and a room for two.

What is love without trust?
What is *** without lust?
What is crime without bust?
The rabbit fell down
the hole on her crown
and wonders where to go now.

Is a toy not for fun?
Is true love not a gun?
Are adventures just a run?
I swam past the seas
of Adam's forsaken tree
and I knew it was for me.

Does one go insane,
when tooling with the shame
of losing one for fame?
I couldn't look the other way
when casting out a slay,
just for another day.

So, is happiness ever wrong?
Could you ever mumble a song?
Does adventure hide along
the bays as I am distant?
Could I ever leave,
or will I never risk it?

For, when I would return,
my soul would be quite different,
but still, the same as now,
for life already kissed it.
I could never wrong,
for wronging is an instant,
that vanishes with smiles
and flowers after ****** in.

Mr. Frost lied about the roads,
it doesn't matter which way you go,
as long as you walk,
you'll get where you end up.
As long as you drink,
you still have a cup.

Can a gain make up for a loss?
Can love be labeled by cost?
Is freedom a myth in a shoe?
Is time a land and a view?

He sees my eyes beyond,
but the pressure is too high.
I see the world beyond,
but cannot reach the sky.

Chain me.
Release --
for the chains, they came from me,
as I let you kiss my cheek,
and love, it makes me weak.

New light is what I seek,
but darkness hovers
where love is weak.
Even true love, at that...
I should have known,
but now I see:
darkness chases after me;
as does light in the darkest days,
as does clarity in the haze.

Do weigh the pros and cons,
but in your heart you know,
even with the odds,
you see which way to go...

He makes me want to
drag red ribbons from her throat;
see what shapes
lye beneath her coat;
maybe walk for a thousand years,
without any fear of stroke...
never to return to this Land
called: Love.

He brings out the violence in me - -
for, I fear for the loss
of his soul, to thee.
He brings me to the light...
It's what makes it worth it;
all these foreign feelings of envy,
sneaking up my spine,
poured into my wine...

If only I were the only girl
in the world...
If only he were blind to
the golden locks of Hell
and the perfume scent of smell...
He makes me selfish;
No, I do!!
He makes me Hellish;
That's me too!!
What to do, what to do...
I love you.

He'd never turn.
So why does this passion
rapidly burn?
Like a clench of my fist,
and a stomach that churns;
He's mine!! Only mine!!
Never a question,
yet my words
portray suggestions;
Empty thoughts-- false dissatisfaction.

Unnecessary worries
and unwanted emotions...
Love can cause quite a commotion.
Worth it?
Yes, it's worth it.
Crazy?
Of course, I am.
I love you.
I love you...
I love you.
Thank you;
*Don't leave.

I don't want to watch you grow old --
bones frail,
busted lip,
pale nose
another crypt to fill
with your body;
yours.

I don't want to watch you grow old --
legs crumbling,
youth running astray,
me waiting
for that day...

I don't want to watch you grow old --
Let me go first!
I beg,
I toss and turn..
And now,
I am at a loss
for words.

Where is my Pharaoh,
which fares me so well?
Over that hill,
sitting on his throne?
Wanting...
As the chair
next to him
wilts...
Shall I sit?
Or shall I wait?
Well,
A Queen is never late.

Can two truly rule side by side?
Walking separate ways;
making different strides.

A lotus blooms and then it dies,
like all other things in life.

Will we take the mountains?:
climbing as one;

A serpents bite,
a sweet peach,
And a lack of speech.

Light tender skin,
and space filled with zen.


Darkenes eyes,
past or prize?

Can two truly rule side by side?
Walking separate ways;
making different strides.

We could not possibly be the same;
two equals one, will never be sane.

I sit and wonder,
And wait for complain.

Each time they come,
and next, they leave

or I throw them out
with the rest of the dogs --
Let them get lost in the best of the smog.

But a king cannot be thrown from his thrown.
You cannot take back the strength he has grown.

You cannot compare the lengths he has shown,
or the seeds he has sewn.

A careful caress,
and a hat with many jewels.

I've killed all the fools;
my new pharaoh rules!;
taught me what kids never learned in the schools.

Can it be?
Could it possibly be we?

Footprints that fade,
or victorious glee?

Sometimes a storm or
a pigeon of light..

Can two truly rule side by side?
Walking separate ways;
making different strides.

As you walk through the garden of life,
you will be asked to go left or right...
Always go right.
Always do what is right,
no matter how many
adventures and surprises
await on the left.
If you choose to go left,
and you are unlucky,
you may never go back to who you once were
in the precious beginning.
Fortunately, I am lucky,
but this is a warning:
never go where I have gone.

I do not want to live like this.
I do not want to be trapped in this place..
On this planet;
In this country;
In this body;
This is not who I am.

I am infinite:
Mass equals energy,
And energy never dies,
Only transfers.
Who am I?
What am I?

Surely not this..
This is not what I intend to be.
I am not merely a [hum]man,
But I am trapped as one,
Oh,

Trapped so tight.
I cry myself to sleep at night.
I wonder how,
And wonder might,
But then I just
close my eyes;
I hear a hum
And see nothing --

I am this,
But where am I?
I hear myself;
I hear my cry;
I ******* tears and dry my eyes;
My body as the vessel prize --
A chariot from skies above.
I wander now,
And wonder of,

But heed me now,
And give me bliss:
A life of free
And fragile kiss.
This is not me;
Me is not it.
Enclosed for now,
I throw a fit.

My life's a rit!
My life's a rit!
Every life,
It is here,
Then quit.
But you are me,
And I am it.
We are here now,
And so it is.

I have been confused, been misused,
Been attacked and fought right back,
Almost gave up, but I kept on trying
My eyes were wet, but I stopped the crying

I have been through rain, walked with the wind,
Been caught up in what was pretend,
Visualized, realized what is here;
The good life, should life is so near

Just step in, and start to see clear
Live how you want, and live with no fear
Walk where you want, and watch what you see
Things that matter to you, may not matter to me

Pick out importance and throw away tease,
Find new ideas hidden up your sleeve,
Because every day, you have to learn something new;
It is those kind of things that will get you through

Hear, See, Feel - That is all you do,
But feeling is the only part that you cannot prove,
It is the only thing that really makes you move
As you walk through your life, it will consume

It will lead you down your path; it will take you home,
Because feeling is feeling something that you will always know
A feeling is something that you can only grow;
Share it all with the world kneeling at your toes

And as the teacher said goodbye to her graduating class
filled with children she taught so much to,
she wondered where they would go,
and she wondered who they would be...

Would so-and-so make it through high school?
Would what's-her-name keep dancing?
Would that-one-boy ever stop talking and begin to listen to others?
Had she done enough to help them all?

It was no longer her responsibility;
she had set them free.

After a nostalgic sit, she walked home to a simple house,
in a simple town. Her husband waited
at the dinner table, silently admiring her curls,
as she sat down, ready to take in food and new information.

When she was at home, she was no longer the teacher,
but the student. Her children filled her soul
with things she never knew or imagined.
Her husband smiled and reminded her
that no one in this world is perfect,
but in his eyes, she was,
and that was all that need matter to her.

and some of my favorites moments are
when someone opens up to you completely

you walk into a new world,
take a new role

those times when words become visions
and nothing else matters in that moment

roaming around the mind
of another, stress-free and curious

when you realize you and someone else
want the same things for the world

that we all do,
but some of us are just scared

like sitting with your best friend,
only you're older now

are we the same?
we must be the same now

a creek of consciousness flows in,
as if you just took out a dam

and the news is everything pure,
like an open window

but the hinge is always shut at night,
and there is always a toll

savored like the morning's breakfast,
I'll swallow what you've said to me

until morning I'll wonder
what you're thinking now

I'll dream of your urges
and dance in your dreams

as if you were my child
as if we were in love

i waited for words
anything
something
to arrive
and make my heart swing

i waited
weeks
months
years
what seemed like a lifetime

no one gave them to me
no one gave me the words i imagined
inside my head
or in my heart

then you came
and gave me something better
exceeded my expectations
and gave me something more

for this
i thank you
and for this
i love you

just from dust
fly to fight
take her down
take her down
new to doom
rust the trust
take her down
take her down

sing a song
carry on
get it all
get it all
who ignores
something more
get it all
get it all

slap the god
see the fog
beat the best
beat the best
run real far
make the par
beat the best
beat the best