If I could lie in bed, by my window
forever, I would. But only when
it’s dark and stormy outside and
the wind whistles by my side,
around the middle of November.

If I could listen to the trees roar
and growl, so peacefully loud,
not here with me, but still so
close, I would jump at every chance.

If I could feel the subtle draft
of chaotic darkness kiss my
cheeks and bare shoulders
for years and years, I would.

In the whispers of my love
In the flapping wings of a dove
In the *** of a child
In the untamed wild
In the lion's roar
In the swinging swords in war
In the scream of the fear
In the laugh of our dear
In the falling drops of rain
In the cry of someone in pain
In the dancing chimes
In the songs and rhymes
In the flow of the breeze
In the dancing leaves of trees
In the light of sun and moon
In the sigh and heartfelt swoon
In the chipping of the birds
In the rhymes waiting to be heard
In the heart and its beat
In the blazing fire's heat
In the lightning's thunder
In everything I wonder
To the earth music belong
Even in the silence, I hear a song
In everywhere I hear the magic
In everywhere I feel the music

We gather here a consciousness
collected,
coincidentally of convenience.
Derelict, the meek once scattered
were rejected,
by grace discovers providence
as brothers in uncommon sense-
                                                        -a­bilities receive projected
condemnation, misdirected.

Come
be who you are,
you have done well-come be who you are.

A lioness roars ferociously
in my feline heart

She claws up my throat,
and tears open my mouth

Then jumps out,
and slinks across the plains

..speak to me..
you'll surely roar
cause you're calm
in your overflow
....of pleasure
to have me...
..so i'll be yours
& yours only

you will hear my roar
tackling the beaches
over
and over
and over
again

maybe someday God will give me strength
to make it farther than the shoreline.