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I'm reminding you I'm lost
but subconsciously I'm not,
cause I think you're the only one that gets what I've got
you give me butterflies like gut rot
and you've got my tongue in knots
doing what I can to not let it stop
cause you picked up the weight but don't let it drop
I'm invested in this now and can't afford the loss
my heart was locked before you opened up shop
turn the radio on and sing to me Aseop
I'm now on a mission, make sure i'm out of earshot
cause when the truth comes out, I won't give it a second thought;
Remind myself I'm worthy of everything I've got
Because weakness is not an option, and you are not a God,
Confidence forgotten, I realished in what I'm not
and then the clouds they cleared and relvield was the plot
I let my gaurd fall loosely, I felt my heart unlock
suddenly reminded the key does not belong
ripped out of the hole, thrown down the block
I am standing on my own, my vision seeing spots
Today will be the day, I will take the shots
...
From your 7 shot revolver, 6 had them stunned
Only 1 left, and with it you took the sun
"your order is ready sir, but you seem like your done,
so remind me again, what is you want?
SAC? is that the one?
Well here's the check, its time to pay,
Take your time, I'll be here all day.
"
I have a story for you,

Come quick and listen

Take a seat this will only take a minute

This story is about a boy,

Young, maybe 5 or 6

Bigger then the world

Still slaying monsters with sticks

Fighting demons inside his Spiderman kicks

Running from sharks, no idea what this is

The playground his world, he was the king

He would fight anyone that dared to touch his queen

He opens his mouth spit out the words of his dreams,

Slow down a bit as you begin to see

Every picture that he is replaying with ease

He is pouring his heart out, speaks of explicit memories

Reliving a time when the ends met the means

Going back to that day when life was a breeze

There were No bills to pay, no boss to please

Just a sandbox and his skinned up knees

Just a teatherball and two missing teeth

no cares in the world when he was in that seat

There was no reason to wonder 'why are we'

the only questions to answer were answered simply


But as you listen to the story I tell,

listen to the words that fell from his mouth

take note of each one, line by line,

for this my friend could be the time

the stories he speaks automatically rhyme

and pictures are built as the story climbs

Higher and higher, the tears begin to fall,

and suddenly were at the top of a very tall wall

looking down on the people, they seem so small

but this is his kingdom, his place to brawl

these are his people, the words his end-all

for when he opens his mouth...

...stay quiet my dear...

do not speak back, don't even wipe the tears

let him continue, speaking without fear

see the weight lift off his heavy heart

this is what we call a piece of art

pure - real - free - childhood memories

a hand to hold is all he needs

remain silent, thankful, grateful and true

he will take care of his people, he will pay his dues

he will slay the dragons that try and fight their way through

he will remain at bay until the time is right,

beware of the rebel that hides in the night
The kind of love that stays
The kind of love that shows up
That surprises
That spoils.

The kind of love that asks.
That inquires.

The kind of love that listens,
The kind of love that doesn't hold back
The kind of love that holds on.

That laughs

The kind of love that explores
The kind of love that wants more
The kind of love that helps.

The kind of love that sings,
The kind of love that plays,
The kind of love that knows Grace.

The kind of love that grows,
The kind of love that teaches.
The kind of love that asks.
I went on a little journey last night,
to place you'll only find
deep inside your complex mind
finding words you never knew
you knew how to define
And on this little journey,
I met a frog named Frank,
he told me it was all okay,
and to live as though this
was my very last day
he told me he was listening
when no body else was there
he told me he could hear me
through walls and floors and stairs

he told me I shouldn't be so mad,
how anger was a part of the past
how it was only hurting me
how I should just be thankful,
for the ability to breathe
that everything had a story,
from its begining to its an end
and it was my job to tell the world
about the lighter, and the pen...

so Frank was my inspriation,
to the stories that I tell,
because he told me
"Nothings easy"
and so I accept that I may fail
but failure by definition
is simply failure to appear,
but I have always arrived in the nick of time
so you won't find failure here
Angels

Your first angel was your mother.
She gave you the Ability to breathe.
She nurtured you for 9 whole months,
and pushed for however long.

     At that point different variables come into play,
your second angel is often a little hard to say.
It could be your father, if the cards play out right...
But sometimes, just sometimes, it simply is not.
Could've been your grandma, or a neighbor across the street...
Just had to be someone who never would leave.
Until they leave.
And then those angels sing the loudest song, the one your radio plays at dawn...
Your third angel comes, when you need them the most
and stay with you through distance, where you need them for hope.
   Angel number four is someone you've known before,
a connection so sacred, when together, it's known.
The fifth is a kiss, sweeter than any you've had,
an exchange of energy, that drives your hormones mad.
Like diving head first into a bubble bath...
The choices you make seem stupid and fast...
But totally worth it even if it didn't last...
      The fifth angel is a blessing, and one everyone should have.
The sixth is an elder, they will stand out like transparent opal in the glistening sun on a new day as the sun blesses the changing tides for the very first time. As if asking you to rise, and begin the new days fight. 

Angels. They aren't really in disguise.
Diving deep in to the ocean of new I found the story of my Creation
And how it was infinitely, You
I found the dreams that turned to screens and the mistakes that held My fate,
and found the meaning of intention and what it means to Create
I found myself,
In every version of you I have ever seen come to,
I found Truth
And the desire to know the fire inside of the wires kept me fueld for The trip that I didn't know I was on
How beautifully unique is that soulful song

When devistation turns to manifestation of a better tomorrow
Who are we to question the path we've been brought on

The weight of the world isn't too much for the sun, but the sun does Not work alone
With the Moon and the stars and Jupiter and Mars,
It is a collaborative effort

To keep us alive

To keep us in the gravitational field that is our lives,
The planets alignment is the blueprint in our eyes,
What we were born with at the perfect time,
To see this day

All of those who came before us worked faithfully to remind
Everyone
How far we truly have come

Our bodies are our Unidentified Flying Objects that keep us clouded in The confusion and until we all wake up and realize,
Its US,
We are stuck

Stuck in a beautiful time in a magical place,
Not able to see its wonder.
Crying out to the Angels in the clouds,
When they are starring at you.
Praying for salvation,
When it has already found you.

Find Your Truth.
Find YOU.
Because I am you, and you are me, and WE, are one atom.
One organism
Breathing the cosmic breath of Earth
Dancing on the ground of our ancestors who we can not see in this Vibration,
But we are dancing with them
And they are smiling through the tears and sending light through your Fears,
Because they know it is eternal

If you have been looking for the Elixr that could keep you here forever,
You have found it.
Within
The flowers of today become the seeds of tomorrow,
And the Angels will bring you water,
If you believe they can

Open your mind,
Breathe into your heart,
Find peace in your presence.

We are here now,
And that is all we need.
Foundations were laid by hands that create the exploration of your Imagination when you choose to display your understanding of the Human Game
Either guided to expand or by your own hand it was all part of the bigger Plan which allowed the spaces of time to fill the cracks of your mind,
Progressing, regressing, following the Divine
Pattern of it all,
It's what we choose to involve,
Our Selves in

In the end it transforms the dusty cobwebs to ballroom floors and the hay bails to open arms, welcoming your Soul to take a seat, and relax in the strength of your Ancestors that rode so many miles before

To get you where you are, they rode through Conscious Expansion ******* with only FAITH that they would wake up on the other side with the same faces by their sides, in THIS reality

Forgiveness became key because it seems almost selfish to me to take the risk that could be, the end
Which they promise is the beginning
Which is a test of Faith, yet again
and again
and again
every time you blink, you think,
you are presented the opportunity
to change things

To BE a THOUGHT in the world that promotes
Positive Vibrations
Consciously

Keep faith that everything is working,  
The words that find me are the words that have found you,
Through it all, we walk together,
Through it all, we smile
<3
I mute my surroundings so I can hear myself thinking
about the birds and the bees and the beautiful things
Believing is seeing but we all wake up dreaming
so who is to say we shouldn't just believe it ...anyway?

The mistress of misery tried taking happiness from me,
but I fought her fearlessly holding on to the could-be's
forever and for always we roam airport hallways
leaving specks of what once was on carpets of used runways

now this is the next chapter,
so lets see what they're after?
were you intending to stir the *** of disaster?
or did you want the blood to pour out a little faster?
lift her hand you puppet master
pull the string that turns tears to laughter..

ashes became,
the fire that blazed
and burned the whole city
with regrets and mistakes

*Sing to me on my dying day,
a beautiful song of childish play
I remember a song that I used to sing,
I remember it loud and I remember it clearly

it spoke of the trees, rainbows and bees
it described each of these things, beautifully.
It rang of the whispers that the clouds held,
written in words that only angels could spell
it gave home to every emotion I felt

suddenly shattering my innocent shroud
repeating the words without any doubt
But with feelings so urgent it turns to a shout

...and the song still sings of these beautiful things
but with a new passion and intensity
the song is sang calm but the chorus holds strong
and as the song ends the wounds start to mend
emotionally drained I fall asleep again

but as the darkness of my eyelids begins to fade
each word begins taking shape
the trees and the bees and the beautiful things are all suddenly just within reach...


I remember a song that I used to sing. I remember it loud and I remember it clearly.
Struggling recklessly to move the right way
the most painful thing he could refuse to say
fighting the same undiscussed battle
from 5 feet away and in iron shackles

seeing everything inside of you in the still fresh moonlight
she can't understand why they didn't really fight...
still afraid of the truth she would never deny
she longs for the nights he begged her to try

mistakes were not made,
lessons were learned

your beautiful words are quickly disturbed
trying to so hard sometimes to remain part of this Earth
the spark that still lingers so quickly ignites
and our love lights up the entire night sky

In new linens and cloth,
the blood finally stops
humble and weak
she accepts complete defeat

a wise man once told her,
its in the eye of the beholder,
he slightly brushes her hair off
her weighed down shoulders

one weight seems lifted,
...thats hopeful at best...
she waits for the moment  
worries put to death

her world seems so awkward
in the panoramic view
misunderstanding the options
shes reminded shes used

emotions, they pour, as one becomes more
holding complete composer to the depths of my core
I refuse to be weak,
I've seen to much,
don't you see?

happiness lives in my moments of sleep
I was talking to a star today,
   Started off casual but turned to a talk about fate
About how one day this star went out on a date,
       Met a nice planet at the local cafe
  After hours of talking and positive debate
They left the cafe found a new place to create,
A bond more powerful then words could express
     In each others eyes they found comfortable happiness.

      The star and mars didn't spend a moment apart
             And suddenly it was as though they began sharing one heart
       The bond that they found became even more profound
    And they began understanding what had been holding them Down
        As they began to look deep into metaphorical eyes
            They began lifting each other to an indescribable high
      And as they got higher, things began making sense
         And the creation of life seemed the only thing left
So on one summer night, when everything felt right,
    Their universes collided and humans called it

Night

      You should see the product of that kind of love,
  She watches you nightly from up above
     Keeping an eye on all that is Us,
You can hide her anywhere in the world
     with just the tip of your thumb..

           If you happen to be in a place you can see,
                    You should look up to the Moon, and tell her
                                                    "Hello," for me.
Chapter after chapter you would read nothing but laughter
but line by line the truth seems divine
eloquently she side-steps the faults in her life
and slowly but surely she rekindles whats right


In her heart of hearts she knows whats real
she understands how he makes them feel
delicatly speaking with clear conviction
she explains their faults while they refuse to listen


Eager and proud she countinues to try
knowing full well they tell lie after lie
compassionate still, she stands by their side
and watches as stars shoot themselves by


Be quiet my love, don't blink an eye
instead sew them open and lock onto the sky
wait for the moment, when you know its enough
make a simple wish and believe in simple luck

Once upon a time, a long time ago,
I believed in myself and wanted everyone to know
then you came along, handcuffs were ready
you closed my eyes and made sure they were heavy

Now I'm on a mission, a goal is in sight
to never again let a man control my life
I am strong, faithful and bright,
you'll never see me fall, finally beliving in my rights
I woke up one night and realized that nothing was really what it seemed to be
The Earth was breathing and the trees were singing,
Their melody
About OXYGEN,
and BREATHING
The reality that these were not 'things,' but rather, wings
And as her creative visualization tools fired like a lightening bolt on a summer night,
She began to remember that it had been a long, hard, fight

But when you know better, you do better,
and when you're blind, you're blind.
But when you're faithful, truly faithful,
to nothing but DIVINE,

You allow your heart,
to really shine

And from that space,
way down deep inside,
is a magic key,
that you might find

And if that key,
fits in mine,
take my hand,
while we travel time
through dimensions
and layers
through light,
and love
through faith,
and stillness,
we will travel

And as our brothers,
have done before,
it is time for us,
to start opening doors,
to Creation

Healthy creation for the good of all with LOVE as the motive,
the only one
As the beat begins,
the words and the noise begin to mend,
the melody comes in crimson red,
because this is her story

About grounding

About how in a moments 'time' she felt truly Divine
She connected to her God

And as she brought that light into the reality of her third eye,
she saw the vision of 'Light'

And as her eyes captured the essence of the clear blue sky,
her throat opened to a voice that refused to lie

When the truth met her heart, and it almost stopped,
the trees, so green, blessed her ART

As the sun met her skin, and reminded her again,
that she is beautifully Human

Her creative consciousness cried out in joy,
that again it was not forgotten

Her hips adjusted and felt a rush of excitement
as her body came alive....

Toes were tickled, by the fingers of the Earth,
Reminding her happiness, is given at birth,
Given again, at rebirth, abundantly available any time she needs

BREATHE

And return it to your seeds

Bless the EARTH

because you are everything you see

Grace the stride

in which you vibrate from the sky

and on to the earth

where it is restored, and returned.
Many blessings, love, light, and abundance to you.
For eons
<3
The headlights are coming at me,

I thought that they might stop,

but suddenly it hits me,

truly like a rock.

Down I go, lights are out,

here I lay, what was that about?

When I regain my senses & ask around,

the medic informs me

someone tried to warn me.

Now here i lay, all drugged up,

whole body hurts, waiting for the nurse.

I ask her to help, this is just my luck.

Guess you shouldn't play chicken with a Chevy truck.



"He will never **** you, but he will save your life if you allow him to."
Take a moment,
Breathe.
Close your eyes
now count to three..

Envision one thing you want today
make it the only thing you see
Convince yourself that is it
and then watch it become reality

Open your eyes and remember to breathe
All you get is all you need
so, open-minded innocent child
Break the chains that hold you back, Be Free.
Can you love the broken pieces that make me who I am?
Or do you only love me when I fit into your plans?
Don't give me less then all of you,
because I'll give you all that fates allows me to
A wing may be broken,
a tear may be shed,
but I promise you happiness in every moment thats spent
Like the only novel that you've ever read,
I'll forever be waiting with clouds in my head
On a dream that feels similar to the hand that you lend
Talk, feel, trust,
Don't mistake my love for lust
Forever simply isn't enough
The dreaming girl believed in luck
And got untied, he had her stuck
Flying again, she understands
Everything happens just as planned
L.o.v.e.L.i.f.e here lies a broken wing,
finally the caged bird feels blissfully free
When our bare skin collides
like the slowly fading tides
Your heart starts to speed,
and I catch that smile in your eyes

When my hand starts to trace
the curves of your face
The look that you make,
lets me know its okay

When your graps gets tighter,
Its like the spark of my lighter
burning hot like the fire
in flames of desire

With every touch of our lips,
its a selfish foregin trick
the way you capture the bliss
that my heart used to miss

The way you look in my eyes,
like its again the first time,
fills my bones to the core
and leaves me longing for more

The little things you don't know you do,
have me wrapped up in all of you,
hold me close, and don't let me go,
I'm looking for more than a puppet show.
The pain slowly rises up from the toenails of swollen feet, begging to thrive, to not be released... Pulling you in, like an over needy friend, drowning remorse sounds hollow and coarse. 
A master of reality design, she finally began to analyze, who was this boy and what did he want, why was it him that got what he got? 
An advocate for the weak, something only some can understand, she never had any idea that he was nothing like most men... He was purely a design, a fragment of her mind, a poorly put together story that rhymed, so alone is where she cries, trying again to analyze. 
She finds a poem to recite 
A voice if she might
Fight this new found stage fright
So many times, they stood at the end of the stage, silently filling her heart with rage. 

She ran
She ran as far away from home as she could with that man,
With packs too heavy and without an open hand, together they ran. 
Him from his choices, her from those voices 
They kept screaming she would fail. 

She wanted to run far enough away that by the time she was home they wouldn't know what to say.. But she came home and had to stay.

Reanalyze the pain. 

See again what she had left in shame. 

The pain. 

Please God be with her, please help her pray, please come down to her, and take her pain away

He held her down and blindfolded her, whispered in her ear that she was flying, and then blew wind in her hair as she was crying, calling it Ocean Air. Salty. 

How dare me.
Dear creativity,

Write a poem on loss and let me feel the way it slips through my veins triggering salt water waterfalls falling from my face

Sit in the ocean with your hands around a stone that you pray Mother Nature doesn't need back today because it's the only thing grounding you to the chaos outside of the water

Climb a mountain just to paint the view because pictures never do it justice and you can taste the way the hills cascade and the clouds touch the horizon

Find an empty corridor of a pandemic stricken world and slip off your shoes so you can feel the floor beneath you as you move, dancing from one side of oblivion to the other side of you

Let your hair down and sing to the wild horses the song that sits inside like a metronome that doesn't turn off, in time that voice will find your soft side

Be vulnerable and be brave, the way your Mother always said, and tell the ones you love that they're never far away. Find time to sit in silence, and let your mind be still, for the things that bring out passion, are the things that truly heal.
Images and thoughts dancing around her mind
She read something today,
Put the negative thoughts in a box, or imagine a wall up
She wondered if that helped

She wondered what the taste of depression was,
She decided it didn't have a taste. Tasteless. She felt like that was the saddest taste there was.

She couldn't yearn the feeling of flavor and texture combining to make something worth savoring but she felt like her body remembered, and it longed for its return.

She wondered how long she would be like this. The joy of taste being absent from her day, or recent memory. She hoped it wouldn't be long.
In a hospital with glass walls they can't hide their problems
as the newborn screams and the cancer depletes
the cycle of life is witnessed like a dream
vivid in this reality the harshness of their insanity,
purely demographically calculating each catastrophe
Anxiety and depression, broken bones and unlearned lessons,
overflowing pediatric wings and incomprehensible fallacies
how many angels have to fall before they finally change something?
the way it is just isn't working
genetically modifying the health and well being of humanity
is devil-like control that we've given out freely
each one of us is just as guilty
of giving in without even thinking
they've designed it not only to be easy,
but required, legally
prepared for the community
to not take it so peacefully
"You can't make me" becomes a felony
and a ticket can be written for anything
don't get caught with your hands in your pockets day dreaming...
you silly dreamer human being
theres laws against speaking free, although the constitution disagrees
the law wasn't given it's own set of wings
and jealous was he so he created a scene
and made it seem like a city was their dream
when it never really came close to being
handing out medications and monthly vaccines
instead of homegrown natural remedies
DMT
DMT
Die ****, y'all tripped, I lean
 On the God that I've seen, 
When he met me in my dream, 
took my hand and showed me reality 
killed me dead with no helmet or memory 
He told me he loved me, humbly
        I told myself, I love myself, I discovered self.

     Rescued from the depths of unconsciously living in debt giving the world every last cent without knowing how to manifest I was drained without sense.
        Always on the defense, scared of present tense, did not dare to jump the broken fence and was stuck there burning incense. 

Wire wrapped into A sole proprietors pair of socks she didn't know would fit her shoes, how dare you. 
Doubt me!?
I doubt you. I doubt you could ever truly understand how much I could believe in you.  Or how easy it is for me to write you off. It's not heartless, with more heart than I know what to do with, I'm just not stupid. I won't be wounded, unless by self.
         Self is safe from self, and no one else. 

Let's put the world to sleep and meet em all in their dreams,
   give some prolific speech that has em waking up thinking,
      Is this my ideal reality?
I whisper to you softly in the frozen night
My breath reflects off the empty pipe
You look deeply into my open eyes
And the steal the words I try and find
You put your mouth on mine and breathe in life
Reminding me of the thoughts that got lost inside
I gasp for breath *
You smile as if you'd never seen death 
And suddenly I speak,
The words come out unbareingly softly..
Time slows down and the silence rings
My heart is waiting it wants to scream
And your answer is silenced by the Phone that sings
Back to bed my love, I'll see you in my dreams
Because in my dreams is where we live 
Where we dance and have everything to give
Where worries and struggles don't exist 
And every problem is solved with a kiss
No one is hungry and no one is missed
Just me you and everyone in bliss
My dream is full of the gardens you see
Vibrant colors and redwood trees
Garden nombs and endless ****
Open your mind so we can all be freed
Never Again will I watch your eyes bleed
For my saftey net surrounds you for eternity
But caution my love, don't you forget
It is here where the devil once slept*
Where the seas were angry and the serpents crept
Where the montsers appeared from under my bed
Where the man jumped off the 20ft ledge
The same place I hide all my worries and dread
But If this place is safe and you feel okay,
then take my hand and we can run away
They gave us the sun to explore this earth, the moon to go back home ... For in your dreams is another reality, and one you rarely see... Lucidly at least... Your dream self has explored. Has suffered. Has laughed. Has felt the fear of not being able to run as real as you feel me pinch you. How can that not mean something? How can I wake up every single morning, and not take a second to appreciate the opportunity to go back home, but wake up here...
They had to make these experiences feel real. They had to make us believe that being "awake" was as good as it got. They can't make money off you if you live in your dreams...so they refuse to let you sleep... 

Wake up! They scream. With their TVs and electro beats. With their Budweiser and whiskey. With there horsepower and responsibilities. With there everything. 

Fall asleep. In DMT. find the path they don't want you to see, find the boy that needs to breathe, find the answer and use the key, because we have the power to accomplish EVERYthing. SCREAM. "LEAVE ME BE!"

Stay out of my bank account, stay off of my streets, take your big brother, and give me back trees....
Sitting in a dark room late one night the young man slowly closed his eyes and pictured the essence of a ball of light that he could just barely identify through the cracks in time that allowed silence to take place and his mind to decide
if this was actually happening
When Elders and Shamans and Guides showed up, he waited for the whispers that they dropped in his cup to fill him up with hope and luck, for the times to come
Knowing the Soul has the only key
To the imagination of will power that creates passionately through rooted manifestation of thought and gracefully into the hands of Light
The boy had never felt so high
He leaned over and pulled out the spool of wire and an old set of pliers, his Father gave him
and when the glisten of the Danburite caught his young eye, his hands started to seep with excitement and suddenly, as if magically, he saw it

A coil wrapped around the structure of a square wire that was able, to hold a stone perfectly....
Holding on to the vibration of a small wire running loose,
and then,
Straightened
Tightening to the base so it can take the weight of the power of Within,
Strengthing the bond between which resonates out and which resonates in, our heartbeats... the blessing of postive intention from the hands of a friend, while it mends...

The heart of the young man, and thus every friend it is sent.
I'm tired of being afraid that everything is changing.

I'm afraid of the mistakes that I seem to keep making

I'm afraid of the demons that haunt me while i'm sleeping

and I'm uneasy from the feelings that won't stop their screaming. 

I'm terrified of the comfort level 

I'm scared of the truth

I'm horrified of the trust, 

Mainly my trust issues

I want you to know,

nothing will ever change

you will always be the one that makes my heart race.

I will always love you, just the same as today

because no matter where we end up, you will be worth the chase. 

and while sometimes I know, the truth is hard to face,

There will never be anyone that can take your place.
I wanted to sit down and write about something profound but when I went to create keys were all I found,
so I started to dance, between the positions on the board, and suddenly my head could take it no more,
and the words flowed through me, the way the had before, and I was over come with more elation than the Heavens could conjure

The meaning of my mind,
using just words seemed refined,
so I dug a little deeper,
to see what I could find

As I picked and pulled at my heart's memories,
reading old writings of things that once inspired me
realizing I am writing as a new person entirely
trying to be,
for the better of We
as We become a trinity

I realized that the words that once sparked a fiery passion from deep inside,
no longer gave me that rush of a high,
left me completely unsatisfied
as the woman I am saw the girl I was,
and who she almost let you help her become
It'd been a while since I unfolded the crease
overwhelmed with questions I opened it slowly
I struggled to read, as I could barely see,
but I made it through, and it reminded me...

                        You always knew the answers,
                               you always made me try,
           you always told me you were proud,
                    and it was okay to not be right

  I was flipping through an old picture album,
the one you made me when I was little,
   Tuesday nights and the London Eye,
school plays and that wagon we made,

I still offer help, to those in need,
but I no longer think with childish greed

I am becoming the woman
you knew I would be...
I wish you were here,
I wish you could see


I re-read the last letter you wrote me...

From God-knows-where,
you answered my prayers,
and I hear your message
loud and clear

I will explore the world
because you opened my eyes..
like poison pulsing through my veins,
I'm addicted to flight,
no matter how far,
no matter how high

I am strong,
At least that's what I my friends believe...
I wish you could meet them,
I wonder what you'd see...
There's a few that you would really like...
A few that mean a lot to me...

I went to California, we planned it for a day,
packed a few bags, got in the car, and simply drove away...
No body could believe it... (they all think I've gone insane)
It sounded like a memory, an escape from all the pain

I was sitting on the mountain as the sun was going down..
thinking to myself how you would've brought me to this town
and as the single tear I tried to fight fell slowly to the ground,
I whispered an audible thank you and excused any remaining doubt

You are here and every where,
you guide me through each day,
turning traffic lights to slow my rides
telling me when to leave, telling me when to stay

you still know exactly how to make me see, that life is one big mystery
full of adventures and unexplored roads,
I'll set cruise control and you can show me where to go
While we reminisce on the stories they've told

Change.
Its funny how things do.
I can't even explain in how many ways,
things will never be the same.
Am I responsible for this mess?
Should I delegate someone else for this?
He told me change was the only constant
but is it really for the best...?

I am doing what you've wanted,
and I'm sure you already know,
but thank you for pushing me,
and making sure I go

               You've always trusted me
Even when things went a little bit wrong,
you knew that I'd fix it and it wouldn't take long
so you bought a few books and told me to cook
for the first time ever, I was proud of my work

You never missed a show
From ballet to choir concerts,
talent shows to football games
gymnastic meets to farmers markets
to the clumsy, care-free, dancing duo

You always held my hand
Rough, and dry from a thousand shoe laces tied
but soft and familiar and never looking to fight
when things are hard and my energy's drained,
I picture your hands taking away my pain

You always were on time
I sat at school the other day,
waiting for my ride,
thinking about you, as I usually do,
wishing it was you that was stopping by

I break down sometimes
You were my rock,
my sounding board,
my only voice of reason,
you held me together
told me always to be better
you never let me down

I wish you were here
The days are getting harder it seems,
my life is changing so quickly
I'm loosing control, but I'm gaining some more,
I'm just not sure where you want me

What now?
I'm sorry for all the questions,
I don't mean to have so many,
I just can't stand to tell myself,
No one is ever ready
She sat down to write about her hearts painful cry and as the keys clicked the black dash, the memories were swept

Here, Now
She reminded herself

She tattooed it on her left index to hold space when she would forget to remember
to remind her, to be present
to remind her, to slow her thoughts
to remind her, to stop her thoughts,
and listen

here, now
Angels whispered

She was here, in the now, of the present moment of this time, and suddenly she realized that all the words began to rhyme, when she set aside the need to control the signs, and allowed the moments that felt Divine
a

Beautiful
Living
Imagination
Sitting
Still

Rewind

Flash forward

SIT STILL.

BE. Here. Now.

The Angels Screamed.

In their melody that sounds like something only the Heavens could sing
a vibration so high your whole entire essence feels light
a living breathing embodiment, of life, is here, now

Challenge the open spaces and new faces and meditate freely in the grace of your BEing
for YOU are a BEing, a LIVING BREATHING BEING, of LIGHT

YOU, you are enough.
YOU, you are stronger than any dagger.
YOU, you are loved.

Here, Now.
They stated.

In the here, in the now, there is nothing but ever lasting, unconditional, plentiful health and wellness, for all,

The Angels sang out,

"For YOU are ME, and I am WE, and WE are EVERYTHING, you see?"
The things you're looking for are most often found
hiding in plain sight
   In the dead of the night,
when everything feels right
who are you seeing when you close your eyes?

I am lost in a moment I cannot describe
I'm standing as tall as my heart let's me write
Do not confuse blessings for an unwanted fight
I simply am wishing the best for our unstructured lives.

Have you ever been questioned...
Have you ever asked why?
Have you thought of solutions someones already tried?
I'm telling you this power offers you something great.
Would you like to partake?

Sit with me,
Don't complicate
Life is too short
to live so irate

You are only allowed what you build or create..
So many opportunities are recklessly at stake..
It is incredible, the journey. The not realizing you're on a journey until you have arrived at a place complexly different than the place you were before. There is no line that says "start here" and no "you are here" marker indicating you are, anywhere. And as time passes and moments just keep happening, every moment something is happening, and then at some point your markers changed, it's in a new place, and you have no idea how it got there... you realized you prayed, a lot, and start thanking God and every ounce of Divinity that brought you to your new place, a place that can see more clearly or hear with an iota of less resistance. A place where you aren't entirely consumed with the very thought of your existence. A place that you not only want to, but see how to, bring more peace. "Just focus on the next few steps." You start thinking about everyone you've allowed yourself to be with, actually, be, with since you started traveling on that journey. The moments that seemed so simple, and whole. One moment you had no words for what you were doing, and the next, immense gratitude that something shifted. That you took a next step and a next one and a next one. And then, you're okay with the next one...
Baby show me something I've never seen before,
chivalry's not dead and I need something more,
if you'd like we can pretend,
to be a little more then friends
but please don't forget,
I am who I am,
and I've driven down a road
past a sign that said closed
ended up in a few places
with no where else to go
and if were stuck then were stuck
and we can leave it as such,
but if you give me hope
I'll find more rope and
we'll lower ourselves
down as the ground begins to look close.
Closer
but so far away...
help me find the words,
I've forgotten how to say..
A wire wrappers dream,
seems the plan was Supreme
in path way of choices blinded by sight
the artist didn't see the Light
when the Mother called late that night
his attention span was traveling through space and time,
fighting Demons for those who gave up fight,
but why was it worth the sacrifice?
Why wasn't she worth that time?
She used to hold more weight in those spaces of life,
Does he know that moment pushed the line?
Finally feeling the weight of the grind,
became too much for his state of mind

Da da,
Da da,
Da da,
Da

You made a promise to the Divine to stay straight and in line and, all the sudden it,
Wasn't

Now what?
How many second chances?
What is the breaking point of the cast over shadow that keeps stealing your light?
The Angels showed up every morning, and came back full force every night
Never breaking stride on the moments your eager to hide,
You try and find your disguise and the plain as day face shines
Shines bright

Da da,
Da da,
Da da,
Da

Is this what you say it is,
is this what you see
is this what you claim to know
or what you claim to BE

Within a half a click of a seconds time the wall clock holds space to constantly remind
US of what we came here to SEE
US, of what we are destined to dream,
US, of, everything
Like,
Da da,
Da da,
Da da,
Da

Is this what you say it is,
is this what you see
is this what you claim to know
or what you claim to BE
I miss you...

I miss you like a starving shipmate misses land..
I miss you like a new dad on tour misses his new born baby he has never seen before...
Like a child that cries as they wave their parents goodbye...
Like a field full of farmers that miss the clouds in the sky...

...I miss you...

I miss you like an angel would miss her wings
Similar to a bird that again wants to sing
or the elderly man that can no longer see
I miss you more than a slave longs to be free...

I miss you.*

Suddenly torn from the world that we know
I need advice and you cannot answer a phone.
I need a hug but remind myself you are no longer just down the road...
If you hear me, let me know you made it safe...
let me know you're home...
I wish cancer was a mere zodiac sign that did nothing more then Determine the compatibility  of young love and offer cheap pick up lines at crowded bars  

                                                           Hey, whats your sign?

I wish that love was not just a word, but a fluttering of colors, blinding the brightest of eyes and seeping through every pore of your being, 
A word not so easily being abused, used, or broken.

                                                        ­       I ACTUALLY love you

I wish that friendship meant once more the pure blissful enjoyment of ones company, never questioning real motives or keeping an all seeing eye taped open 

                                           I ACTUALLY trust you...

I wish that the bond between mother and daughter meant more to the mothers and daughters, and that all knowing instinct that all mothers should share, would be voiced to all daughters whether or not they cared 

     LISTEN TO ME!

I wish that the tie called marriage to most, meant more then the paperwork they sign as a joke, that living together till death do you part  meant together forever through the unbearable parts

      Redefine Forever

I wish that heaven wasn't so far away, imagine what I'd give to make that trip in a day, stand face to face with all of the greats, the ones whose memories live on every day 

             They are never really all that far away...

*The beautiful things,
That we embrace,
Pulls themselves closer,
Everyday
Hands shaking heart trembling words barely forming at the tip of her tongue barely moistened from the lack of attention she spent on creating the catch at the end of that match that didn't last because
it never does
The truth of the matter is that no matter how hard you try to chase after the realistic views of the depths of disaster the equation equates to an unchanging fate and we are left in a tie game of sudden death where rebirth is whats left and the steps to get there
find you
But I remind you,
Penitence is a virtue
and two cents are two cents spent regardless of whats kept
so he reminds her to sit with those emotional breaths and let the internal processors deal with the mess,
through silence
Through God Light
Through Identification of a program possibly created with human non-conscious involvement and needing to be reprogrammed to function at maximum potential in the world we live in now,
not when it was created
Through,
Silence

Everything is where its meant to be and if you've found me its through a non-visible but not non-existent telephone line of energy that I sparked, and you caught
Through a click of a 'mouse' or an afternoon browse or a general curiosity, I created at point A and through Eternal and Divine Alignment, you have *arrived, safely at your destination

Meet,
Point B


----With LOVE and GRATITUDE as your constant reminders that Within is Without and through the responsibility to SELF we shall prosper
<3

**HAPPY EVOLVING!
Till The Break of Dawn
I'll sing that song,
If you promise to never
stop dancing along

As fantasies
become reality
she questions what is
meant to be..
The salt from your kiss
sits awkwardly on lips
patiently waiting
in a quivering bliss
every emotion is exaggerated
and not easy to miss...
but do not mistake passion
for carelessness.

See not what they do
but have faith that in it,
we will find ourselves skipping
down bright yellow bricks

hands will be held but i'm warning you all
**do not trip the girl that can't handle the fall..
Influences begin to dance around like subtle hints of mistakes I've learned from in this life, a constant reminder that there is less a time line, and more a time mind... a frame within the frame within a frame of my life I've just recently come to calm tides and found the waves began to break, from nothing.
Which is everything, which is empowering to some
The fears of irrational thinking left the homeland shaking with irrational fears of failing, when we've got nothing left to prove
Who are you?

Where are you?

What are you, doing? Are you, Being? And if not, whats the purpose of it all, exhausting precious particles while banging your head against its own walls will leave the internal frame work bent. A structure meant to prosper yet drowning in it's own water, when did we as a species, a society, a community, begin to think that success was "Everything...?"

If you ask me it's the trial and error and mistakes that become breaks and the moments we create to remind ourselves,
We are loved...
We are whole...
We are completely unique and that in it's own right is enough....to believe, that there is not a single living being exactly as me, is a little bit refreshing..... I am becoming, I am dancing on the whispers of the wind in the bed of my dreams that I created as I fell asleep

To wake up to my own reality is enough, if you ask me.
You tell me I don't talk enough
but when I opened my mouth you told me it was to much...

You spoke of a world that I had never known,
one that knew nothing of me

You spoke of a life that I had never seen,
one that seemed foregin to me

You preached of a way that could better each day,
but one that scared me

You asked for my hand, you asked for my heart,
'mr. fix it' was ready from the start


So I gave it you... all that I had... you knew full well it was nothing..
I stepped in your world, I became your queen, owned up to everyone and everything.. I did what I could.


But, Pain does not hold limits, it does not stop when the tank is full, it does not slow down for speed bumps or stop for passing cars. The train we call pain pumps through each one of my veins and

I am again, lost.

Again,

I am broken.

Mr. Fix it didn't calculate for this one.
Because nothings worth the price they will staple to your head
What will be left of you when she repeats everything that we've said


What will be left of you?


As I lose myself in your subtle unannounced fame I grip tighter on the waist high poorly built stage
That's held, more than once, a new coming face - screaming with grace, to the crowd that can't wait...


Find yourself in rekindled faith


Falling deeper in love with the lyrical genius, I accept that he defines all I am unsure of,
giving in to the butterflies he knows won't subside -
take a moment
to slow down and
join me tonight


Is this moment everything you've dreamt of?


Safely tucked in the warmth of her bed, she relives all the fairytales her Dad never read..
completely consumed with the thoughts in her head...


Where were you this time?


She holds on to another memory, thankful for every second,
She knows tomorrow is never promised
so she gave up on the *******
and vowed always to be honest


But that is not costless...


As her eyes become heavy and her brain quietly calms down,
she sets aside the thoughts that stop the words from spilling out, she reclaims her crown ...


She controls her feelings now..


Finding strength in the fights that cut as sharp as your knife I refuse to accept I no longer have rights…and the pain you inflict won't be worth the sight
of the mascara covered
cheekbones
barely visible tonight


Pull me closer and breathe in life...


Sing through my soul
going high and then low
I hear the truth in your laugh
as gradually you become
the best thing of my past.


Don't stress the hard stuff slow down and relax


This moment could so quickly become our last so let go of your broken unfinished past and live for the seconds your heart let's you laugh


Walking together is always better when you can't find the path...

Walk with me.
I looked into the mirror today...
Found that it had a lot to say..
So I sat myself down in front that girl,
And asked her to explain her complicated world

I ponder the past with emotion like glass
Knowing full well his love wouldn't last
I got caught in the fall and couldnt get up
Half full or half empty it's still half a cup

No one to run to, no one to call
No one who understands, not even at all...
No one to hold, no one to tell,
For so long it was you I called for help..

The stories untold, unfinished and dry
The truth left undefined like shapes in the sky
Deciding each night if it's still worth the fight
I selfishly pray you'd stayed by my side.

Oh this mirror, how it saddens me so,
I would love to rip you out of there and help your mind grow..
Do not loose hope, new friend of mine,
All things get better if you allow them the time..

Reflection I see, be good to me...
You no longer have a solid search team
The empty threats are useless now,
You can ring the alarm but they won't hear it sound

If there is anything I could tell you love,
Be good to yourself and accept strangers hugs
Remember you're strong, and you always will be
Remember you're smart and always worthy

Don't let them break you,
As fragile as you are
Don't let them find out
Or ever see scars
...
Mirror, oh mirror, i see you better it seems...
I wish that you clould now see me...
Trade me spots, for a day or two?
I'd like to see the world from your point of view... "
I have a little bag,
I keep it locked away,
Tightend with a pad lock
and locked with a chain

It stays in the closet,
Without mention or thought
Cause this bag of mine
Is it's own pandoras box

And I fill it up,
Almost every day,
With the questions and comments
And things that you say

But this bag of mine,
It's getting full you see...
But opening it
Just might destroy me

And that is a risk
I just can't take
Sorry my love In the closet it stays
But this mornig things changed ..

I went to the bag and found the broken chain
The pieces spilled out like childs play
I'm un sure now of what to do
But pick up the pieces two by two

And but them back in that bag of mine
Lock them away for good this time
But as I reach for each piece
The reality hits me,

This is my life and these are my feelings
Scattered around like a puzzle you found
And dumped on ground It's game over now

You wanted it open and now it is,
Good luck finding where each piece fits
while I sit in the room alone in the dark

I give nothing but time to these awful thoughts

Eating away at my decaying brain

the weak is weakend by the constant pain



I'm doing all that I can you see,

giving you every single piece of me

yet here we are with paper and pen,

you can take my blank page and fill it in



because how I hear it, correct me if i'm wrong,

is that this is just your unwritten song

So you take my heart and string it along

is it your arms that I still belong?



like a little girl I sit and wait

make a wish and count on fate

this is the mess that you have made

took the book and destroyed the page.



and on the shelf I go again

lost in space with a few more friends

collecting dust and making amends

waiting on that other hand he lends



Take a step back, make sure you're certain

I feel like you are writing your own version

my chapter said this and yours said that

so here we are with half an act



So tell me what is on my mind,

read my book before father time

take my heart and spill it out

read each line slowly without any doubt



You think you know this book,

better then anyone here

I think you misunderstood the point,

you've read only one chapter....fear'



Theres a few more chapters you need to read

the easy ones, like friends, and family

cause those are the chapters that i've written before,

something I know about a little more



The chapters missing are far to advanced

the ones I can't write because I don't understand

like love, and loss, and breaking hearts

I hide from the truth alone in the dark



Alone in the dark on that shelf I sit

just an over read book that no longer fits

as time goes on I ponder a bit

flip through old chapters before I finally quit



The future is bright, or so they say

the unwritten words are ours today

so take the book off the shelf,

take me down sense you've offered help



grab my pen and bring me paper,

this book of mine we will write together

you will talk and I will listen

reading off the pages that have yet to be written.
My Secret Garden
  
Its the way he threatens to close his soul,
or the way he rolls over holes covering a seed that can't grow..
Making sure you're the last  to ever know
how far his addiction would be wiling to go
intertwining her fingers in a heart turned to stone
she turns to the Earth to have something to hold..
As the Earth captures her embrace,
she is over come with faith,
discovering a new world,
that shes allowed to create
tell me...
Do you believe in fate?
When friendship meets love and
somethings finally enough
will you let go of that grudge
or completely give up?
As she makes her way through each passing day.
she plants her seeds in the wounds that bleed,
reveling herself in guilty dreams
neglecting her heart for their greater need
complicating the plan seems a sure defeat
the only thing she keeps track of are her two attached feet..
Forgetting conversations that held no depth
she fell into a trap as she readily lept
into fleeting hands disguised as safety nets
her heart detached as her body slept
Misunderstood from the fall,
they thought she lost all control
she refused to conform
and meant no harm
heard underlying judgments
so she covered the scars
she's captivated by the stagnant stars
believing in a world bigger then ours
if seeing is believing, she was staring at mars
more tangible then ever,
she now understood
this life was not theirs
but an unwritten book
possibilities were endless
for a conclusion of sorts
theories are offered
but not relevant in court
she waits for those seeds to expose a new growth
praying it gives them a small dose of hope
because nurturing something piece by piece
seems the responsible solution for a world in need
ONE LOVE is the life I'll breed
Forever and always she made herself stand,
holding on to nothing but an ever-fleeting hand
Relentlessly holding an already shattered man
She blinded herself with his over-sized fans
 
Impressively outspoken she was nothing like them,
she allowed herself to simply comprehend
Always will you assume that which you "know,"
but please understand, this wasn't any puppet show
 
Never before had she really understood,
rhetorically she screamed at the deafening looks
Praying for more then a stiff right hook,
asking her nicely to move more than a foot
 
Bending and curling, spinning and twirling,
her mother never dreamed one day she'd be swerving
silver-tongued, smooth as they come,
she found a puppet master with more ammo then guns
 
One by one he strung them through,
he controlled every move she tried to pursue
Never did he think his strings could fall loose
One day they did and he was left with a noose
 
Puppet Master, haven't you heard?
You cannot put strings on this wild bird
She'll shake and **** until she comes untied
And when she gets out she'll stay out for life
 
Tiny dancer, break free of his song,
you knew you could do better, all along
Remember its true, just believe you are strong
And never again can they tell you 'it's wrong.'
 
Don't stress the small stuff, just move on
His strings are hers, and you're better off
Believe what you say and say it every day
The book can't continue if you don't flip the page
Putting Light to Her Darkness

Refusing to accept that this is the best it gets became the drive that pushed her fence and created a gate that was protected with Faith, that it was...

Building skills and making tools became something she could consume,
When did she stop dancing?

A passion inside her that burned like the fire, as it transforms everything it touches...creating a new form of the norm, she walked her path as a woman scorn, for too long

Letting go of what was and jumping into what is, became an experience. Being present, made sense. He said, "The problem with people is that they're always trying to get somewhere... they forget to be in the moment..."

Slowly I stepped into my own skin again and looked around at the paper thin, walls of my existence. The world wanted to show me some reality that hit me, what are we doing?

To live a single day in a humans life has so much more potential than the destruction of our plots...
the ground that we walk...
the waters that we've got... need love...

She looks to the sky above and the thoughts begin to flood, her imagination.

Is that all that we live in?

A childhood of exploration without stagnation left her mind to build up walls, with secret passageways to a state of Grace where her dreams seemed to bloom and fears were erased

If only she could reach that place...
There was a time before now, you will not remember much of.
You will remember recess, and your teachers
You may remember getting to run to school for the first time by yourself, knowing mom was watching you the whole way there.
You may remember birthday parties and social outtings before people wore masks and you couldn't play with the other kids
You might remember the playground
You might remember the restaurants, packed to full capacity

Now that times are changing,
I hope you remember PJs all day
Exploring and creating new worlds in the form of blocks
Homework with mom holding your hand the whole way through
I hope you remember the days we escaped it all at the river, far away from anyone else, just us and the water
I hope you remember the card games and nerf wars
I hope you remember the time you made a bike jump, and fell off it

I pray you remember the moments you're spending with your father, your best friends, the ones that love you more than anything

Times are changing my son,
And so are you

As you begin to explore new worlds, this world, I pray for you that you remember how far you've come
How far you can go

How lucky I am,
To be your Mother.
How do you know when the time is right?
Does it kick you in the *** or slap you in the face?
Or does it sit by the water and paitently wait?
Is it yours to look at or mine to take?
Is it like a match, a one strike date..

When will I know that it is what is?
Will the stars align like an angels kiss?
Will the doves release and the choir sing?
Or will it feel like anything?

Will you scream it loud like your favoite song
Or whispear it softly like you might be wrong?
Will you grab my face and look in my eyes
Or hide in your thoughts to your own demise

Will you Hold me after and repeat it again
Or leave me hanging without means to this end
Will we fall into our dreams tonight
Or walk away without a kiss goodbye

What happens when the words are said?
Help me settle the thoughts In my head
Do the best to answer the few
Pleading questions I have for you
I sit outside with tears in my eyes
Hoping they think it's the sky that drenched the dry
Knowing again wouldn't be worth the fight
but believing your words that seem disguised as lies
Moving on this time seems worth a try
But the fact of it is you are the only weakness of mine
You play off my fears at the worst of times
and I'm stuck again, alone at night
Longing to be back where it all felt right
its a long shot at best but you relentlessly bite
My hand that's been broken, once or twice,
Nothings worth the pain that I'm feeling tonight
Because now I stand silently In very loud crowds
Listening to the lies that fall from their mouths
Praying to God they don't see past the frown
Or ask how I lost what you long ago found
I'm broke but not broken,
Still stuck here but hoping
That the reality I know
Is worth each of the blows
You pulled out your gun
Shot more then the sun
Ruined everything we'd built
Without remorse or guilt
Left me stranded and empty
You pretend to be friendly
So sit, and laugh, with the princess you have
While I stand, and demand, his callused hand.
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