Weathered round top
And a steady beat
Sometimes that's all you need

A metronome ticks
Reminding me of band
The curve of my French horn

This wasn't supposed to last
Finger printed love poems
Skip the fire stage

Straight to ash
It could've been fixed you weren't wrong
I know that I didn't draw these lines on this map the right way

Crooked and scrambled
I'm not going to say sorry though
Sometimes things aren't supposed to make it

And that's ok
Because it's just the experiences
That have peeked out from behind a rock
Sap covered lessons
That stick to us when we walk away

I'm fine
Happier even

Raven feathers descend
Upon this still pitched mirror
Ridiculously puffy clouds

Reflect back to this cornea
Everything is alright

And I will gladly indulge
In this tranquil water
For however long

It chooses to stay

Tranquil Aura

I did not find peace
I found passion
I am my own eclectic picture

And on gloomy days this is where
I find most peace
Contentment at its best in still skies
Quite clouds glide cooly through
A gray space enough to comfort tyranny's aftermath
A soft call echoes and flies off
Carrying away any worries
Though briefly, still appreciated
I am at peace

My heart desired tranquility
Some seeked  it in sacred places
For some like I, in solitude
I, in still air, left in awe by a summer day

For days when I
Feel..
It seems to be stuck in my mind
Tapping away at my conscience
With no way to escape
Trapped in the metal bars of my prison for thoughts with no freedom in sight
I sit and let the feeling consume my mind
But only this place sets me Free.

This place keeps a memoir of
Moods and madness
Enmity hidden within a pleasing smile..
"I was alone?"

I guess
I prefer to stand here
Alone...
Cold...
And draw pictures in the condensation
Gathered from my steaming breath
My melancholy is my older friend

In a rare moment of serenity
Its where I suddenly find myself
I've taken myself to a secluded place
It is where I feel alive..
I don't just become a Ghost With A Beating Heart
Imprisoned I was not
Within still loud silence, filled with dread
I quickly gasped for air
I think I've found my perfect world
It has unlocked my free abyss

Only a few understand this forth door
But this place has unlocked it.
My tranquil Aura.

Even in the wilderness
I can feel the calmness of the
Wind as you lead me to
The river to take a sip of eternal life.

Even in the worst of times,
what can one do but just
sit back
and simply allow
every
single
tiny emotion
wash right over them

The tides are fleeting
half an hour of pristine high waters
then stripped away
leaving debris of the oceans secrets ashore

Unlike home, where the tides go in and out
yet the notion of swimming stays intact

Perhaps the moon wants us to appreciate more here
If the ocean was this inviting all day long
we wouldn't revel in its beauty

Swimming in the high tide here
is like being on the moon
this calm state of being is so foreign to me
and I dance like a child in the soft of the Earth
like a dolphin after its feed
like a falling feather from a high flying bird

I've never been to the moon, but I imagine it like this
drifting, floating and fading away to this music
I've never been to the moon, but I imagine it like this
and I never want to be anywhere else