Sad to see the past Turn into our future When the foundation our Creators laid was, from the beginning, incorrect Their every attempt to correct it went wrong Sad to see them dedicated too late to the cause Sad to see them now, so infrequently Almost dead and gone
Honestly, I'm more concerned for us Becoming effigies in rust In a dying world Vibrancy overlaid with dust Beaten all to red Given in to dread Purposefully wasting Our batteries to death
Death, death, death
Sad to feel it coming on so strong When you'd rather dance than Be taken naked to bed
It’s been raining for 22 days straight and I couldn’t tell you why the evergreens weep like they do but if you must, the skies ravens are bellowing what they’ve witnessed in a song we will never understand and will endlessly hear.
Feathered armor protects the branches that starkly plead for handfuls of the sponge-clouds above. Why don’t we listen to the warning calls of the floods coming from God’s eyes?
The sticky moss resting on the north side of the rusty hemlocks will tell you, the record is 55 days since they’ve seen the sun---a dialect less penetrating than the all-too-inviting cries that echo the woodlands.
Whispers of the breeze flowing through the trees are not enough to overcome this tempest that is steeping slowly and surely the habit of nature will wash its face clean of any inadequacies. Now, if you told me
it rained here over half the year, I’d believe you. Not just because it’s the Pacific Northwest, but because I’ve witnessed the consistency of the pure quietude, of the circling crows that count every beat and divide every lap. Their dependable vantage forecasts any storm.
Being bombarded with temptation Doesn’t dim the fireworks That crash like the a Titan gait Inside my heart No exposed midriff will propel my drift As my thirst can’t be satisfied With the bucket and pulley water they fetch This carnal passion I feel remains sky-lit Bright and beautiful All, because of you
Love doesn't fail It withers without proper care The roots gasp for the final drop A drop, that is no longer there When we shed light on our shadowed past It should bring life But care isn't attention It's attention done right Results may very As the effort will change But when all is lost The seeds, will always remain
Let me stay warm bask in your walls of life hold tight till stars exchange long glares with sunlight And tell the moon of blue skies mistaken as true lies with the hues of red and purple between the hours of midnight and noon I'll never hurt you only love long pass curfews Until we sleep clutched in an embrace awaken by the same love on a new day
The seed cracks with growth separating through reach destined for the heavens competing with the similarly ambitious because space is finite So, aspire to grow small? I think not for I am a seed "Let me exceed", I shall ask fore my pedals will expand and spread my pollen Never, to recede
Attempting to mix imagery with abstract cerebral complexity
I never want to be your "what if" I never want my insecurities to shorten your trajectory I only want to provide the lift I never want to be your "maybe" I never want to be your "yes" when "no" leads to success I only want your safety I never want you to second guess I only want you to know this I want you to know you are the best and I want you to know, I know this
Butterflies flap their wings to escape gravity Allowing the winds of change to lift them towards peace like a monk's prayer Say what you will about this story of humble beginnings True humility is in the lobe it takes to encourage this journey through times darker than shade So I say to my butterfly Let me be your wind And always support your flight
Love's ghost possesses me to pick flowers Sending whispers though my window, as I rest my eyes Under dark skies my mind wonders though fields of fragrances Sweet scents ****** me drawing me to a bouquet That I will give to you when I wake You, the girl of my dreams