I met her by chance
Beneath her black glasses
She hid sad beautiful eyes
Her lips firm only sometimes
Gave me a pleasure of smile
But still it was sweetest of times
When she talked I couldn't rest
Hanging on her words
In my head and in my heart
I felt colliding of worlds
And soul long lost showed
Itself lifting me from Earth  
My limping life shed a spark
And I knew everything was right
I couldn't believe before
But I found love on first sight
She was sceptical and mocked
Me if I'd remember my love in the morning
But I did and it was only growing
Though I felt she was broken inside
As I was before I met her
I wanted to help so badly
To show her there was something more
In that moment and place
She wasn't listening and did drugs
And I did too to hide the pain
For every moment with her
I wanted to come again
Neither kiss or touch was shared
But it pulled me to her even in
My sleep I cared for her
For her I was mad

The knowledge of growing and feeling the flowing
of the ins to the outside showing, what you are.
It's enough to drive you mad hoping to make glad the hopes of your mom and dad while being your own man with a plan who along with everyone is pretending he can.
True change is subtle and I'll pose a rebuttal to any of those quick fix ****** that think life is anything but a struggle.
I constantly tell myself to take the toys of life off the shelf and be not a man but a very mature boy who enjoys life for what it is.
Insignificant in the grand scheme but significant and supreme to each individual, it can be full if you feed on the right stuff and not this materialistic fluff but relationships and love.
The taste can't be replaced it's easy to get tossed and lost in the cost of brand names and hearsay claims; you hear the heresy names shouted at you for being different.
Take time to rewind and look back at the facts that make you true. Apply the sutures to the wounds so the futures got more room to grow and you know you will.
The past never returns and the future never arrives so your only choice is to be present and alive.
**** fear, you don't need it. Make a goal and succeed it.
Everyone is different and this life is on rent so make sure all your money is spent by the end my friend because only dead plants don't grow.

The question is asked again and again,
Where do we come from? Who are we?
All throughout life men and women great
And foolish have attempted to explain this,
"In a moment all will be explained,"
"If you pay more money you will be cleansed,"
"Not worshipping is the realm of the insane,"
"With these soft spoken incantations you will mend,"
So where do we come from? What is all this?
From rushing water, breath of air, no need for
Recognition, it's all miles away in some deserted
Forest, to be left for later generations to forget,
Let this be an answer, why are we here? I shall
Obtain eternal life if I just hold this vile
Closer to my heart, a work of vain art,
This isn't life, this is the illusion of life,
The answer nestled in a small cave,
The birth of a newborn bird, a ripple in a pond
From a rock that fell during an earthquake,
A vague reflection of a deer in it's surface gleam,
All of this and more, the darkness of night,
Cloaking terrors real or imagined, what is this?
Maybe one day we will know? This is how fools
Are born, clinging to this or that, a drop of water
From a vile, an answer from a simple written text
That proves it's all happened thus far. This is why
Fools are born of this, opportunists, blinded by dust,
The great way of those who gather to take advantage,
This is where the greatest numbers of fools gather.
Far away, the beautiful forest, I may not know what brought
This all to life, but I do know what is worth saving
And what only fools shall save for themselves...

A leaf needing to the found
Is picked up by the breeze
The leaf now safe and sound
The wind continues, moving with ease
Dancing with the leaves
Like a current, my body weaves

Through the sky it flows
Not caring about who sees
Twirls and spins as she goes
Free of pain and disease
Ready to fly, an idea it conceives
Like a current, my body moves

It starts down to the ocean
To help move ships
Its moves creating a commotion
The onlookers awed by the tricks
Elegant and graceful, it perceives
Like a current, my body moves

It flows, stepping around gracefully
Each movement made with passion
A dancer at heart we see truly
No second thought in action
In each gesture she believes
Like a current, my body moves

Down the river the canoe floats
Under a clear sun and cool breeze
All the details the girl notes
Drawing the scene before her with ease
The fish swim under below
Let our journey follow the flow

Down the river approaches
A fork, a decision, a choice
The fear of it encroaches
But the driver hears a voice
“It doesn’t matter left or right we go”
Let our journey follow the flow

The fork comes faster and closer
Driver scared, can’t continue calm
A decision made now or never
Yet the artist continued to draw a palm
Don’t be filled with fear and woe
Let our journey follow the flow

And so they went left
The current pushing them this way
Poor driver still feeling stressed
The artist stood up, admired the day
For her art was done, quite the show
Let our journey follow the flow

Do you know how many scars you left with me?
All over my heart,
I wear your damage,
like the sleeves of a sweater.
Some how, this pain holds me together.
                  Rather have you,
                   than be empty.
                   hate the pain,
                   but lonely isnt any better.
Whether it makes sense or not.
My heart speaks you fluently.
My mind denies me vehemently.
Thing are meant to be,
as they are,, apparently.