Deep down inside
Thoughts do collide
And spill out onto the page.

The memories they chase
Are naught but a dream.
The picture they paint
Is not what it seems.

Real or imagined
The feelings stand true.
Reason compels us
To do what we do.

Beyond the horizon
A future takes shape.
The visions entice
But our thoughts must suffice.

The gift of this moment
Is passing away.
The next one may bring us
Another hard day.

Or maybe we’ll find
A reason to stay
And dream up a chance
To have it our way.

Twisting around
In the pool of our thoughts,
The dreams and the memories
Help us get lost.

The heart of the matter
Is what we must see.
Believing in magic
Is how it should be.

I leave one city behind like a terrible past
Hunted by its pleasant memories
I pursue new adventures in another
Moving from shape to shape on the atlas
Life was meant for journey

He speaks to me of courage and strength, of warriors and great men,
I speak to him of the courage and strength that it takes to show his vulnerabilities, of warriors that fight for peace, of men who use their greatness for equality.
He wakes in the morning ready to take on the world, his armer shinning and strong, his walls of protection surrounding him.
I urge him to stay in bed, just a little longer, so that when he rises, his armer stays in his dreams and his walls exist only in his nightmares,
He pain is in the past, in the fears of the future, both non existent in this moment, and yet this moment is not his.
I whisper to him, to let it go, let it be, to be present.
He hears me, he understands, yet without feeling there is no truth to understanding, and knowing will never be his,
I let him be, this fight is his.
He knows I am there and I know that he will be brave enough.

Just a moment that soon disintegrates
into a pool of new moments
to swim inside love.

Just a precious being beginning to awake
to the flowing blossom within
that must be watered.

Just a heart beating that echoes
releasing tunes to hear
the selfs divine song.

I'm alive living in the theatre of this life,
tearing down the  illusion that I am not perfect and divine
with every tear.
I'm alive and living to walk my walk
and expand to release fear
and walk with power.

No more separation from source.
No more feeling alone
ONLY LOVE TO EMBRACE.
in this REALM where I heal my heart.

I’d like to take you to this moment, it’s five in the afternoon and downtown Portland is quiet.

The sidewalks are cluttered with bodies silently moving,
sleepily dodging the sun
the sounds of sirens
doors slamming
cars braking for red lights
fill the lapses of time
I walk slowly through the crowd
reflections of sunlight jumping off tower windows
illuminating my elbow
three freckles on my forehead
my right knee
The space surrounding me smells strongly of burning tobacco
foods dipped in boiling oil
rich, dark coffee.


There’s a way my lungs jolted before and there’s way they do now.

The parachute of air running in and out
flexing like wings inside my chest.
How they used to flutter


how they once had a choreographed routine

                        designed around their sudden need jolt
                      
                                                  whenever they thought of being near lips


Now, in the shadows of concrete and plexiglass they remain following a newfound mundane routine
flapping their wings only to keep me upright
only to feed the world between my ears


I’d like you stand in this moment

                               wrap your fingers in the way loss pulls like a trigger

Wake you  up to the world where the towers finally fall
allow you to watch as they cascade towards you and feed each human instinct that follows, do you run?
Do you stand in fear?
I want you here in this moment alone
in your interpretation of a body

I want you to see the way I pull on you
the way I run from you
the way I stand
glued to the ground
as each wave washes over me

The way you came into my life anxious
the three seconds where the entire block is silent
and you can suddenly hear each and every single one of the vibrations your body makes
when no one is looking you in the eyes as they pass you by.

I don’t even know how bite into you
                                                          when you’re just the lapse in time

the five in the afternoon lull that manifests the slow
rhythmic pulsing of my heart
feeding only to keep me alive
the machine that clicks at every passing minute

                                                         I want you to crave the connection

the sounds of voices
the stem of a scream to grow inside your throat

                                                        let it consume you

the way it does me
a fear not of being alone, but never truly being seen

My words maybe silent
          but the ripples carry on....

With every shore that I reach,
                     even though restrained.


Every wave is inevitably felt...
            no matter its touch.

In our adventures
And in our travels
We kiss
As if to mark the memory
In the moment
Of blissful, lostness on those lips
She stops, smiles, leaves me there
She captures it, leaving me on the tracks
The wide smile is the glimpse
To her light
I've learned to follow along
I smile too, savor also
Declaring conquest of time itself

Could we all be insane, am  I the only
one who makes sandcastles out of
sea water just to watch them collapse.

Like my thoughts, building them
to heights that never stand up to the
reasoning, before they collapse inwards.

Am I the only one that touches my heart,
feeling it beat coldly, living externally
but dead within myself I hear copse voices.

I build sandcastles in the sea knowing that
there momentary, pretty voices telling me
that life is a dream, wake up and die already.