Insides...

Insides screamingOutsides moaningBoth wanting to leaveCan’t stand this place anymoreRunning not looking backSanity has long been goneMaybe I should go look for it…

I...

I have been discovered....

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The night is beautifulWalking hand in hand The cool air, the windIt whispers of rain…Rain pouring on usClothes become soakedNeither seems to noticeNeither seems to careConversation spills outFaster than the rain Soaking into our mindsBringing growth, new beauty

I wait for...

I wait for your words…I scan old words for new meanings, which, I may have missedI consume them, lest they consume meI read the lines, and then I read between themEach new thought I want to experienceI wait for your words…I wait for your words…Checking often, and then checking againEach bit allows me to see youWith imagery you form pictures in my headEmotions, dreams, and talents, they all shine throughI wait for your words…I wait for your words…With them I see you, often in a new wayAlways fluid and always changingI see beauty when I look at your wordsI see your world and my own through new eyesI wait for your words…I wait for your words…I drink of the meaning; sometimes salty, sometimes sweetBitter, spicy, you know them allHow nice it must be, to walk in your worldWith such imagination, character, and thoughtsI wait for you…

I lie and ...

I lie and wait for two things Neither of which I am ready forThey come whether I am ready or notThere is nothing to prepare That would require acknowledgement Acknowledgement of their existenceOr…of their impending arrivalWhy do I meet these with such dread today?So many other times I have been readyReady…not an adequate word reallyExcited does the feeling more justiceWe all go through these times, no?The shear turnaround…maybe it has useAppreciation…of the normalWhich in itself can be quite boring at timesOk it’s no longer dull…let’s go back to the normIf that would fix this uneasiness I would be too luckyLucky…another injustice…try auspiciousA less common word, for a less common feeling“Is there a greater evil,” I wonder aloud?You see, if there is a greater evil,There is a lesser one to matchYes there it is…both of these must visit at different timesI take the lesser, and invite its appearanceA message to my subconscious…“Hold all of my calls, I’m unavailable…”

Sinking, sailing, soaring fast; Dip, dive, upside down; (Let it roll off your tongue)

(pull, reach…pull, reach, breath…pull, reach…pull, reach, breath)the water slaps against the boat’s side, creating it’s own tempoone that defies the tempo in my head, yet it’s sound drives methe mist rising off the water begins to greet the new dayit is a blanket that I slide under, it comforts methe mist also magnifies the silence silence which roars in my head insisting I come here againcome here alone(pull, reach…pull, reach, breath…pull, reach…pull, reach, breath)the mist creeps up and around me enveloping me in a white cloudI can no longer see the oarlocks and my eyes are of no useI hear nothing beyond the water and voices in my headas these senses become useless others intensifythe taste and smell of salt in the thick airthe rough feel of the oars in my handsstraining and flexing against the wateryes, I’ll come again

When my world ...

When my world collided with yours There were fireworksWhen I close my eyes I can still see the show

I playe...

I played guitar today until my fingers bled…blast these bodies for such weaknesses.

Oh G...

Oh God, you are rightand I am wrongI am forever weakAnd you are always strongI am on my kneesWaiting for your wordI am begging "Please,consume me with your fire."