Shhhh......  Her aura speaks volumes. As it goes toe to toe with with her inner and outer beauty. Over her on your knees you  just want to submit for this  fall, surrender it all.
Glowing under sun kisses as the nature of her being kisses back hearts get  concured. Raises the hand for I can speak of this gone boy testimony .
With this heart playing no tune no drum.
Until she makes an appearance and it's Melodies caused by a whole beings high vibrations.
The leader of these pulse tempo based ochestra . Swoo

Each drops, each one
Its like the worse teardrops
Mixed with the symphony
And remixes melodies

Create the own version of ochestra
Flying bows everywhere
Flickering hand every beat
Up side down back every seconds

I almost forgetten
the part I most lost
Its never been
and I never want to lose

My heart kindda
Raindrops
Once rain ;
Its hard to stop

The worlds never truly silent
turn off your television and just listen
tires rolling over the iced streets outside
the buzzing of the street light
the pitter patter of a gutter next door
streaming water
as the water runs down the side of the curb
like children in a playground
it dances and laughs its way to the open drain
I lite my cigarette and blow a big cloud towards the stars
I here the airplanes in the sky passing by
and a cat hisses at something in a dark corner
As I inhale again I can here my lungs fill up with the toxic aroma
and I taste the smoke under my finger nails as a chew them off.
I here the sound of feet and look across the street two young kids holding hands walking
I try to eaves drop on their conversation but the cars passing bye blocks my attempt at spying on them. I can here what their saying to eachother as I see them both smiling "it's cold out here.. but your warm" I'm jealous almost and just as I think this my ciagrette burns me and brings me back to the echo of the town. I toss the burnt end and here it land in a puddle I watch as it gets taken away down along the side of my house. were all a generation of the television society and left out brains on the couch as we stuff our faces full of patato chips and useless tv programs. When the real entertainment waits for us outside. where the music of the world is waiting to be heard. Instead we click our remotes and fall into a trance of law and order tv programs and violence upon violence school shootings and who the next mass ****** is a sick twisted form of entertainment. I guess listening to the world got so boring...... I guess I'm the only one who sees the world as a untamed ochestra waiting to be composed into a lovely sympathy. On mistro On you play for your little sounds are not useless I here you playing and strumming the world is perfectly in tune if you just listen.

Numbing fingers
Icey wind
Soft caressing
Clinking keys

Blinding sun
Illuminating light
Glows inside and out
Blades of grass
Buttercups
Feilds hedged
Forests

Silence
Noise
Music
Pulsing strings
Rising with
The words
Weaving those poems
Those stories itself

Blank screen
Again and again
Black shaped
Dark sguiggles
Sketches for a great cathedral
Will they make sense?
We, no I
I, no we
Wondering all the same

Wind
Sun
Music

Conducters of a one girl orchestra

the air falls and lifts,
contained in the wind,
there is no warmth tonight,
it reminds me...
of another time
of another place
when all the world fell and was lifted
swept up in the winds of war,
there was no warmth
but the drops both clear and opaque
a drop of time and drops of tears
drops of blood and many fears
do not look to the past,
be a student of history, lesson learned,
look to the East, for there stands
a selfish beast, pounding with clay fists
his fake chest, so armed to the teeth,
ready to spit bullets to spell P E A C E
so the orchestra plays
the piece conducted by a man, put in
charge,                                                      ­         too bad he reads the times as
                                                              ­             well as he does english,
the cast of our play
has been selected,
they all know their lines,
the music has been chosen,
the ground is still frozen
like some hearts,
and the audience who has not paid the
price of those it is about, is watching
the ochestra pit, where a verbal fight
has broken out, just the way the conductor
knew it would,
his baton beats, the air as it falls and lifts,
to contain the wind,
he smiles, as those watching hold their breath
wondering, what he will do next...



©DWE032014

Come one and all
As long as your thin and tall
Or curvy with rhythm
And be okay to with him
Come free come free
Unless your a man,
that's 5 dollars for me
Come see the spectacle
A morally recompehensible, spectacle
Of drinks getting used
To get girls abused
An ochestra of ignored nos
And phrase just go, and stops

Mouth. Voice. Hesitant. Flesh vs Spirit.
Fear vs Love.
If only I could stop letting the lizard step on the plans God has for me.
If only he could stop conducting the ochestra in my head. To play the music he wants to hear.
Help me see past the nice wrapped empty boxes. What if the cardboard boxes out of view kept bars of silver, marble and gold. Or something even better.
If only I could stop riding on marble waves, and drown in deep. To have been surrounded by your Love. Mercy. Grace.
Maybe I don't know the plans, but you showed me pieces, cassate tapes, videos of what your plan is for me.
Show me more.
Show me pictures of your majesty.
Movies of what is a Godly family.
Help me get past this.
Open up my heart.
Force open it.
I want to give you the keys. You know my secrets, my dreams.
You take care of me in my sleep...
Lord, my family, my friends.
Help me with my insecurities...