If there was another way to say it;
An easy way for you to understand...
I would not be pouring out these words
In an attempt to paint a picture.
I wouldn't be desperate to bottle
My emotions and thoughts
Into these stained glass letters,
With the tin syntax lid.
Poking holes through the top
Of my head,
So you could see.
Firefly ideas.

I am a photographer of hearts and minds.
The blood red room holds
My negatives.
How can I make them easier for you to see?
The composition so sweet,
The lighting so contrasted with
The shadows hiding the everyday.

What I really want you to do is stop reading.
Go look into the eyes of a lover.
Go hold a child's hand while they sing.
Listen to the wind change.
Feel the pulse of a city.
Cry with old wrinkled skin
For youth and life, and hope.

That is what my poem means.
It is a pulsing picture
Held captive in rhetoric.

You’re wandering in my tomorrow,
I’m sleeping in your yesterday.
I was always far behind you,
Because you would never stay.

Sickness beware,
I will be there,
Weakness watch out,
I'll be her crutch,
Sadness, oh you,
Can back away,
'Cause I'll keep her from your rain,
Anger, calm down,
I will stay my ground,
Fear, fear me,
dare not come near me,
Forget about failure,
Lose all the lies,
All you demons beware,
For her,
I'll be there.

Good morning friend!
You weren't expecting me?...
It will be ok, I just wanted to say,
I love you and miss you.
Deep down in the soul.
No matter where you are,
or what you do.
I'm only waiting for you, to need me.
To talk, walk, and be friends.
When you can't figure out which
direction to go,
listen to the winds and
my loving guidance will flow to you.
Over mountains and lakes,
over miles and miles, all the way back to your soul.
Have a wonderful day, my lovely...

I love the fireworks
less for the supersonic rumblings,
more for the growl in the back of my stomach as
The sky seems so dark when it is lit
Like that, with sparks like crayons.
From where we are, the boom is delayed.