If we’d carefully addressed our nuances
We wouldn’t be in this mess…
If we’d spoken to the heart rather than the heartless head…
If we hadn’t turned this planet into a closed and open hell…
Like a giant burning cruise ship full of mere shells, piercing into the earth’s former self…

We ignore the trees; the trees that show us magnificence and mystery; destroying their epic lives in a heartbeat…
But the trees whisper through connected fungi, working as a team for longevity, with no concept of antipathy…

And in dark forests on the sunniest days we still glimpse those rays of true beauty…

We still have a responsibility in our vastness to steer this ship of souls in the right direction, in conjunction with nature and all of it’s adaptations…

Why stare into one hole in a cave when there are a million different pools and palaces shining through the crystal cracks, all waiting to join as we chip away at a new haven…
Imagine what aliens would think then when they came to visit our shimmering, all-embracing, reciprocal creation…
I remember ones almost my age who saved this vision early on, looked at me straight in the eye and winked as I was gone…

The loneliness I face  
Will never be forgotten by my soul.  
The darkness that caught me,  
The light wind that scattered me,  
Wondering like gossip whispering near me.  
I’ve faced many waves, but none like that.  
Now fear enters my soul—  
The fear looks like a killing weapon to my soul.  

Yet still, I stand—unbroken, whole,  
With hope and fire within my soul.

I leave myself all over the place
then retrace my steps
and while I try to collect myself
there's pieces I forget

never ending possibilities
of you, and i;
tearing you apart in pieces,
scattering away your happiness.

Your thoughts are far from the ground,
Like cumulonimbus clouds thundering by
And pouring rain. 


Life seems to pass by, scattered and wispy 

with the sound of the wind like a whistling train playing
as you stare at the elusive silver lining.

The pit patter of Peter Pan being lost
dwells heavy in your heart,
As you revise the sequence of the cumulus memories.

Life paces
As you ignore the malice and bantering of the crowds
Sticking your head above up into the clouds
half-deaf to reality in the room.

You have a foot in a fairy tale,
And one in the abyss.

A trail of smoke rises,
A died down pyre,broken clay ***,
Crows eat scattered rice.

You made the stars
And
I scattered them in the sky.