Let’s cut down that tree,
and strip it of it’s bark.

Take that axe and hack
every limb until we hear
only the sound of crushed
leaves beneath our boots.

I am one of many, my
seeds have met the soil.
It will take much more
than that to stop
the giving of oxygen.

So much more than an axe
to stop us reaching for the Sun.

Our words can unite a divided nation.
Build bridges across seas by hand extensions
Mend the broken, help the lost find redemption
We just need it live on air on all radio stations.

Our words can give life to those with ambition.
a heart beat echoing to a divine vision.
Spreading far and wide like a new year celebration.
Take over the world with an idea,
that should be our personal mission


Our words are the beginning of an education
The bridge to an understanding,
And the key to all appreciation
Lets take it to heart in our meditation.

Our words come with need for precision,
There are no opportunities for corrections,
Too many distractions could make us act without true comprehension.
Too many times we lose ourselves to those sad complications.

Our words can arouse suspicion,
Or Quench the cravings for aggression,
Connect paths of two in opposite directions.
Making something beautiful happen can be our consolation

My words.
I like to start with a salutation.
I love to end them with honest appreciation.
And I speak to leave people in awe of my dedication.

When I tried to bring my thumbs to type to you
They trembled and ******
Because even my own hands knew better than to try to reach you again.

sometimes
there are rocks in my hands
and only tight clenched fists
can keep them from smashing
the mirror world below
into delicate shards of broken promises.
i long to float among the clouds -
one with the stratosphere -
but the rocks weigh me down
so that i cannot touch them.
reaching
but never reached.

people in glass houses
aren't supposed to throw stones.
so i am sure to keep locked
my loaded palms
hiding in plain sight.

only your lips
with homemade ice-cream touches
can coerce my stagnant fingers
to melt back into warm flesh.
skin bones knuckles joints.
i release the stones over a waterfall cliff -
rushing rolling rambling -
and they ripple in the water
and sink to the soil of the riverbed
making a home for fragile fish
in search of shelter.

Well I don't know how it happened
You just forgot, I guess

The pain receded
I kept breathing
And now...
I wish I hadn't seen that

It hurts to see you function
I hate to watch you love
...
I really hate to watch you love.


I wish you hadn't kissed me
In the wind
Genuine surprise coursing through my veins
I thought those sort of kisses were myths, all
My heart might have stopped

I wish you hadn't let me in
Serenades and rusty blades
Dreams and phone calls
Roller coasters and secret beer

The similarities bring me down
Why can't my soul mate stay my friend?

I hate the way you make me love you.
Every word, I miss the drawl
I used to talk that way.
My twangy southern voice has left and so has my love of spontaneity
You've wrecked it all

All I have is
Anger for your smile


Exploration
You touched my bones



Leave me alone.