You really have to watch those liberal males,
they'll spend hours and hours with you having
deep intellectual conversations.

They'll discuss deep ideas, contemplate esoteric
theory and spiritual ideas. They'll make love
for hours and write deep and meaningful poetry
about you. Sure, they will probably wear their hair
long and most likely won't own a television.

But, they'll understand art and architecture and
literature. It's true that they probably won't give two
shakes about who won what football game, but they'll
dance with you late at night under the stars and they're
always looking for new ways to please you and usually
understand your deepest thoughts, often before you
understand them yourself.

They'll be your best friend and always treat you as
an equal, in fact, it will never even enter their mind
that you're not. They're almost always physically fit, too,
because they're usually the outdoorsy type and love to hike.
They never make fun of others, or discuss small ideas.
They enjoy discussing ways to improve the world and
the lives of others.

Sure, they won't slap you on your *** and tell you to get in
the kitchen and cook them some dinner and bring them a beer
while you're at it like those macho men on the right. Instead
they'll probably tell you to relax while they whip you up a
gourmet meal and serve it to you on the best dishes.

Yeah, you really gotta watch out for those liberal males.

Some say its an opportunity to be creative,
Others find that statement manipulative,
Well coming to think of it,
Boredom feels like the mind is blank more like a plain sheet,
Ideas fail to run,
Unless you decide you want to get the boredom done,
Boredom can only help get creative
If you decide you want to be creative.

some people already have a view, a light over the horizon.
their feet are dipped into an ocean that holds many of their secrets,
but they become bored with the mundane & seek more meaning to their existence.
perhaps someone else's ocean will taste differently.
perhaps they'll finally learn how to swim.
willing hearts & open hands accept these travelers because maybe they're an adventurer just like me.
but really they're just passing through.
they only want to experience new flavors, to swim in unknown seas.
they need to escape but they'll never leave.
cowards perhaps, to temporarily give up the comfort of the river and sink into the oceans' depths.
but the ocean is not quiet & neither is the wind.
she will shred your sails & sink your ship.
she will not forget how you stirred her waves into a tsunami and left her there to drown.
when the night becomes indifferent, seek change first within yourself.
you will never find light in another if you do not love your own hands.
do not take arms you know you will eventually let go of.
do not awaken hearts you cannot call your home.

and so we go on. and the ocean waits alone, for the next light on the horizon.

I'm leaving footprints
Although you've taken my heart
Colours left as hints
It will be hard to tear us apart

I taste a Barcelona kiss
How could I forget
A life force I will miss
I have to leave with regret

My eyes dance around this place
An indelible mark left on my skin
You are in the smile on my face
Where do you end and I begin?

my pen
dark inky black
My mind swirls down
in slow descent
into the empty
into sounds of loud echoing



void
grief
disbelief...
the death of me ...

.
yours sincerely
-silent dream

One day I will blossom.
I will open my peddles into the rose I truly am.
My buds have withstood all of the elements that life has thrown upon them.
But now it is time for me to fully bloom.