Where do things unsaid go, are they part of the ether, if so, probably the largest part for sure

suppose we were as wine
differences, yours and mine
confidence of a Cab strong
seductive as Muscat's song
Merlot's slight temper swings
the warmth Shiraz brings
Pinot's finicky fickle mood
and Zinf's friendly attitude
Malbec's soft kiss on the cheek
Tempra's velvet dress so sleek
Chard always has a smile
Sauvi is forever in style

you can see new ideas so much better if you stand in front of your ego

Heart and Mind went to visit Soul
Heart excited, Mind under control
Mind:  I'll drive you navigate
Heart:  This trip is going to be great!
Mind:  Straight through to the end
Heart:  No stop, no new friends?
Mind:  No problems, no curves, no hills
Heart:  No new, no adventure, no thrills?
Mind:  The danger for pain is great, we must guard
Heart:  Soul told me the journey will be hard
Soul:  How was your ride, tell me alllll about it
Mind:  Heart took wrong turns, but wonderful, I must admit

when the trail is new
you walk with light feet
and curious thoughts
when the way is old
your stride is heavy
with wisdom

Sometimes I wonder
If thieves plunder
Just to be wanted
To be chased and haunted
For the alternative is worse
Unwanted is the true curse

i write
what is me
me is me
you is you
if you read me
even a little
hate to say
a little of me
is in you now
don't waste it
like i did

We need to spend way more time in "we" than in "me"

how strong
the words that mocked Him
the thorns that crowned Him
the scourge that slashed Him
the nails and spear that pierced Him
the cross that held Him
how weak
the grave that couldn't keep Him

if you boast of your generosity,
honesty, or holiness

your words hold no weight

the house door shutting
coins in my pocket as i run
shoes on the gravel drive
buzz of the powerline
silence of the sunrise
the calm before the
the grind of the brakes
click click click
            of the bus lights
the squeak
            of the folding door
bullies insults and names
             insults and names
my heart in my ears
             thump thump thump

personal change could come after a battle or a tragedy or a whisper

why do birds have feet
my spirit doesn't
nor my hope
or my love

I'm the King of wrong
So I'm told
Everyone reminds me
Young and old

They're good odds
50/50, wrong or right
I'll pick wrong every time
Every day and every night

I'd eat a bullet
And end this pain
But I'd get no satisfaction
In you being right again

how do i wrong thee, let you count the ways

you enjoyed my advances
and made some yourself
we were the same
and moved as one self
time did not stream
yet only a dream

I want to say
I want to write
I want to film
I want to type
I want to sign
I want to show
I want to sing
I want to let go
I want to share
but why do I dare
the censor is there

You happy my sad
You calm my mad
You soothe my pain
You profit no gain
You strengthen my weak
You listen when I speak
You warm my cold
You comfort my soul
You light my dark spaces
You fill my empty places

it is much better in being right about being wrong than being wrong about being right

you want me to say it
but you don't
you want me to do it
but you don't
you need me
but you don't
you don't
and it's your loss

i choose the side of love, the side of forgiveness, the side of light, the side of truth, the side of hugs, the side of kindness, the side of acceptance, the space between your side and mine