I wouldn't have left you alone.
But you never showed me that
                you where standing on your own.

Even though you had a forest of leaves
                        talking to you.
            Words falling like an autumn breeze.

I never realized that no leaves fell near the
               needing of words to say,
                                                your not alone.

I watched you stretch higher than any other.
         never realising you felt lower than the roots
that's held you solely in place.
                                    
                                        In silence you where here.

Still your branches reached
and a foliage of leaves covered
                     the tears that fell on every leaf.



My leaf's still sway lonely in the wind.
  now that your no longer here.

Who could have known that you could
sway from your own branches
                                                        silently­.

Your still here, even though you have no leaves
                                                                ­       to fall...


I'll still find shade under your branches.
                Your still stand tall,
                                  even tough you fell silently.

And all I do is sway in a breeze of loneliness

Illuminated
I'm going down

These illustrated roads
Limbed pain no gain
without
March breeze
on goose skin

Coming out for old time sake
Feelers reaching into
the skeleton
Organs feed the
bleeding hand

Caught up in auras of isolation
Religious Sunday's
This is the working man

Addiction for addictive change
Replacing the untraced
Falling back on blackland hills
Iron creased

Aerosol starched in
Real time sneaking in
Frenzied reality
The fantasy
The fight.....................

i've talked you all off ledges,
balancing on my own,
but honestly,
i don't care.
i rather like the feeling of uncertainty,
the butterflies that can
quite literally fly me off the edge.
i rather like the sweetness of the wind,
the cool air,
head in the clouds.
i rather like the view of the stars,
beautiful constellations
distracting me from my thoughts.
i rather like that my legs can swing
back and forth and back again
almost like a kid again.
i rather like seeing the city from above,
people milling about aimlessly,
a little adrenaline to spice up the view.
i rather like being on the ledge
nowhere to go but down,
sure, it's a little cramped,
but it's okay, I suppose.

Let the wind play with your senses!...
Let the breeze heat your heart!
That in the intense heat, between the windows of your soul, a little bit of breeze, to suffocate the flare that is inside you.

Drop your hair, let the wind play with it.... I will not only the windows of your soul but also leave the doors open...
It doesn't matter that you disorder more than it is.... sighs and also let you steal your breath, kiss the moment, recreate your interior,
It's time!
To Shake your senses, leave a little behind the memories, forget a bit of what you feel....
That you, you are present today!
And die for what you want and know that you can't, throw you in the nostalgia, opaque your heart of unnecessary tears.

Laugh, dance like the wind, caress your moment and be happy... so life gives you and gives you in every today.

A coy spice hill breeze,
Passes subtle hints on it;
Poet knows the rest!