Deep down I know what I'm searching to find
I race through the trees but there's nowhere to hide
I follow the scent but it all smells like pine
I look hard for the truth but then lock it outside

I leave it shaking, shivering, cold
on a mountain top where the four winds blow
Until I start drinking; warm, inside, alone
then I'll unlock the door, invite truth to come over

"You can't stay for long", but he takes a seat
and comfortably takes a few gulps of my drink.
My lips to his neck and his tongue to my mouth,
in the thick of it all, it all somehow comes out

What I want, what I need
Things that I couldn't see
Things I ran from, tripped up on frequently
Labelled them nightmares, just too scared to dream
I learned to stop running when truth came to me

Oh darling, learn to thank the rain.
Let it crash, soak, and pour.
Don't ask it to go away; don't beg it to be tame.
For it is through the storms that you learn:
We need the water to bloom and be more.

The saying goes, of sticks and stones
Only words could never hurt
Yet hungrily, infested me,
Rooted deep within my earth

Lies the pain of loss, not gain
But only discovered power
That found within a demonic grin
Would surely, destroy, devour

Consumed within the origin
Of bounds beheld by greed
At abyssal depths of consciousness
Sprouts insanity from seed

To view the bliss of ignorance
Another soul be claimed
In fire and burning brimstone
Begs the question of "what is sane?"

Perspective held and all is lost
For who knows right from wrong?
You never see, such sprouted seed,
Until you've found where it belongs

New flowers grew near
and adorned her
as she gained new perspective
Springtime became her body
And winter sent well-wishes
to the coming longer days ahead.

(Reverse Poem)
[Read it normally down to see a terrorists point of view then read line by line from bottom to top to see the freedom fighters view]

We want to,
Not that
We must.
We bomb, pillage, and raze because
Freedom is what is wanted most.
These lands belong to us,
No matter the cost!

Pound for pound I’m like an ounce away from being great
But an ounce is starting to feel like a 3-pound paperweight
I look around and all I see and hear is fake
There ain’t enough silicone in the world for “them” to take shape

They say the sky is the limit
So I’m building me a scraper that I can escape to when I need a minute
The world is pissing me off lately - let’s face it
People are filled with hatred and most just fake it

My perspective is my own I write down what I know - it’s how I grow
I’m not trying to break the mold, I’m just trying to be bold
I don’t like it when people brag about themselves – I think they sold their souls
I surround myself with friends and followers, but not gold!

Don’t get me wrong, I’ll take your money;
It’s funny how the world turns, but I don’t do what I’m told
It only takes once or twice to realize that fire burns
After a while the fire turns - I quit playing with it, but you don’t

Tomorrow Never Comes

I saw you

I saw you

I saw you

I saw you

I saw you

I saw you

I saw you

I die

   tomorrow

The sun has never been higher. Reflecting brightly off everything it touches, like a house made of mirrors and glass. Or at least that's what they say.
It's all about perspective I say. Your sun may be bright but mine is no brighter in the most moonless light ever in existence. If only I would get up and open the blinds.