A kiss
A hug
a touch
What do they all mean?
They don't mean anything,
you give them meaning.
They are feelings expressed through
finger tips
lips
bodies.
Be there when it happens,
the face of a man coming close
to You.
I giggled,
you might too.
But even after the excitement
and the shared glance and curling of a smile.
When all the blood
rushes to your Heart,
and shocks your toes.
It still has no definition,
no defining meaning behind it.
It is something to be
felt
expressed
and understood
But how can one understand
something the is so far from understanding
that you feel it in your finger nails?
You can't,
you must simply open up to the
Experience
Be there,
don't think about anything else,
Simply Be....

isn't that what we agreed upon?

We
You
I
It is all a reflection.
The pond ripples
and we feel the Earth
tremble.
Our body changes
and frequencies are radiated
But the tree stands tall
and strong
unchanged by the waves of the world
constantly staring at Himself
through the looking glass of the water.
He is eternal,
unchanging
However,
when the reflection does something
extraordinary
His heart swells
and the feeling goes
D
     O
        W
            N
through His roots
reaching into the pond
and releasing his love
into the world
and into each reflection...

*This is where Spring was born

The towers and bricks
standing tall like headstones
Air thick with smog
driving...
driving...
cars.
metal contraptions
are you driving it?
or is it driving you?
conform to the cement
the graveyard.
Accept it,
move with it.
2 hour parking
or else you'll get a 'ticket'
TICK-IT
Put a Tick on It
**** the life
out of it.
Tick Tock Tick Tock
oh the broken clock
of Time.
You had better find it,
where is that ticking coming from?
from the broken clock
of a broken world
that covers its life
in cement and plastic
And oh the broken people
who run round-and-round it
keeping the hands ticking with the strength
of their backs.
Never let it stop
Says the voice
never let it die
without time where
would we be?
Would we Be?
Go chase your clock
and your lost broken
time,
but try no to forget,
he said,
that you make it real
You make the time.
This is all just a game
and your village is on fire...

Getting enthralled with
you beauty...
Is it even possible?
I lose my breath
and catch my heart.
When I look at you
there is something more
just beneath the surface
lives lived and lost
loves loved and passed
They would say it is your blood
showing through your cheekbones
and your indifference to me
that you have fought many battles
loved many fragments of a whole
That my powers will not work on you,
and yet I have no urge to test this statement
to prove it wrong
Because even if I could
I would not want to
For when I use that shadow
it is to get something that I want
But I do not want you
for if I did I would have you,
or rather the product of my interference
upon you
which wouldn't be you at all.
However,
I do desire you
and I plan to live up to that desire.
To come into alignment
with what I already have.
I already have you,
right next to me
Watching each other grow
exploring
learning
playing
and yes,
even loving
And yet your beauty
still throws me off balance
Like the green hills of
Ireland
fog billowing over the moss on the rocks..
I can smell the ocean breeze
and feel the mist on my cheeks
but I cannot see it yet,
it is somewhere else
collecting itself
tending to the life within.
All I see is the fog
rolling all around me
the condensation in the air
All I can feel is the
moss
beneath my bare feet,
and the kiss of the breeze upon my lips,
showing me a small fraction of what it will be like
to kiss you.

To be comfortable in your own
skin.
With family,
and alone.
With your brother,
or sister
and love
To be one
in an endless space
of now
Be near me my friend
never leave my side
I have never known
a friend like you.
So near
and so understanding
now that I have found you
I can be me
and there is no one
who can ever separate us again

I hear you playing your box with strings
ever so faintly
its beautiful to imagine
with each passing day
who you will be at the coming sunrise...

Play
Play fast and hard
your soul wouldn't have it any other way
Love
Love slow and innocent
the way that everyone needs
Be
Be you
the way that no one else can be

Consume those who share your essence
Let us evolve so no one can consume us...

On one hand we play as children do,
On the other we work the heavy magic of our past,
On our heads we hold and ego and an antenna,
And in our hearts we hold ourselves

When you leave them
walking from their house
that you once lived
those words left to say
the one promise that they need to hear
the one promise that you know
you can never keep
Why do they need to hear it?
To reassure them that you are not
gone...
That they are not
Alone
But he is alone
his spirit called
and he never answered the phone
The opportunity of love
acceptance
beauty
All of it was inside of him
and the spirit inside of him
was his portal to See
to Love
to Be
I cannot fill his void
I cannot be his soul