If you are uncomfortable when you look in the mirror,
keep in mind:
We spent thousands of years
trying to convince the earth
she was flat.

We wrote her maps as evidence of the things we saw;
and she believed them.
She cried tsunamis, and had earthquake breakdowns.

Keep in mind: the Sun never gave up hope.
The earth will keep spinning and breathing
the star-dusty space void of encouragement.

Next time you look in the mirror
and second-guess your potential divinity,
remember you will keep shining and living.

Because the Sun is out there
believing in you,
compensating for lack of the human capacity
to treat each other empathically.

You don’t need proof or approval
to be exactly what you are;
Eventually everyone will see
your infinite beauty.

And I was driven to insanity by the normalities of every day life.

I take in teaspoons of light
to feed the darkness…
and it still growls with hunger.

Nothing craves light
more than a shadow
with a secret it wants to show.

More moisture helps
the ******* of dirt
become a purification element.
The hydro-logic behind that
is completely fluid
and misunderstood.

Water is much like a brain—
it makes these connections
between polarizing elements
that will take eons
to arrive at a universal understanding
of how or why they were made.

As poets we work with the earth
to try and make sense of things—
like why exactly the purest form
of water is shed from the soil
that springs with infinite life.

The single most important aspect
of connections that contribute
to the everlasting growth of meaning
is that it's right beneath our feet,
which is probably why we
continually walk right over it.

What springs from the soils surface
is a constant cycle
of unearthing meaning.
Which is why there will never be
a shortage in the supply
of what provides us with life.

You had me at "Goodbye",
For it was then that I knew
I'd never find someone like you again.
Your reckless nature,
your careless soul,
unbridled spirit
It drove me crazy.
I could hardly stand a moment when you were near
and when you were around
I wanted so badly for you to be gone.
What I hated the most about you,
is that it was the reckless nature,
it was
the careless soul,
and
the unbridled spirit
that sent me repeatedly head over heels for you.
Love doesn't exist, don't get me wrong.
But what you made me feel,
lived up to the legend of love.
So,
Gone are the days
Gone is the reckless nature,
gone is the careless soul
and gone is the unbridled spirit.

You had me at "Goodbye".