when you comes
the sun appears
the warm takes place
the cold vanishes
the world becomes at party
evryone gets happy
and my times seem funny
i feel as the time moves
in speed waves and waves
as i forget to remark
what awful does it take?
it takes important thing
that you will talk
meet or see you again

let’s paint an intimate word
take our body of work and
slice it to pieces
little cubes of meat
i’ll make you a home cooked meal
if you eat my vibrations
tonight everything feels medium rare
sorry for the blood
it seeps through - sometimes it just wants
to be seen

Two pigeons
Resting lip of ATM
Nature's kind tellers.

When the night bottoms out
painting in a chiaroscuro.
See the world in the painted glow
before it’s toned down
back into the shadow!

Wisdom is a tree of life.
Grab it with both hands.
Ask God for it every day
Until you understand.
There is always more to see,
And always more to know.
Our joy lies in seeking out
What God has hid to one day show.

Can you sense me dear?

Taste how bitter I’ve become?

Hear our old arguments playing in my head?

See me rolling in my grave with every step you take?

Smell the corpse of our feelings rotting?

Feel my eyes burning the back of your neck?

I truly hope you can.

Feel the pain I’ve become numb to.

If you squint your eyes
And turn your head, you
Might just see more than at first
Glance
Rather than a quick look
Or a fast pass
Or a flick of the eyes
Try really searching.

My soul is screaming for any form of attention
For someone to acknowledge it and see how broken it is
I spent the night in my high school with my entire grade
We took off our uniforms and put on pajamas
Unrolling sleeping bags on the floors of our school
My biggest fear, that no one would notice how broken I was
That I would continue down this invisible path to nowhere
Then I opened my eyes and saw their souls instead
Some full of compassion and joy
Others equally as broken as mine
We all hurt a little together, and I guess that was the point
Or maybe I was meant to see that I am not alone
But come Monday when we all return to class
And roll up the sleeping bags, changing back into our uniforms,
We will also put back the guise of "I'm Okay"
And I don't remember where I put mine...