Show me

 I want to dive into a deep ocean depth

Deep enough to keep my feelings at bay

Show me the depths of emptiness

Because I’m ready to crush this mess

Show me show me show me how to let it go

Show me show me show me how to let it go

When memories plague me

I dance in the depth of ink

Swirling parchment speaks 

Into a mind so bleak

Show me show me show me how to let it go

Show me show me show me how to let it go

I’m in the bottoms, choking on jagged stones

Wondering where my trust can go

Once it’s been burned into my mind

I see it all the time

Show me show me show meeeee

Written to I was all over her by salvia path 

Poster People

 Poster people

They've decided what you meant based on what you said 

they've never met you but they know it's in your head 

they love you they're obsessed with you 

they hate how you feel 

they've never seen anything at all that's real 

they're not interested in your tears unless it makes them feel moved 

they want the words on your papers and the blood from your feud 

they wanna see you all the time 

but they don't wanna know you 

they hate your bad habits and they just wanna show you 

how you're supposed to act 

who you're supposed to be 

it's getting exhausting trying to be the poster people me

 I’m just over here

Reading Elizabeth Thomas verses

And wondering how hard it would be

To learn about curses

And would it make me better

To enact my revenge

Or would it leave me like Medusa

Owned by the snakes on my head

Was it sticky sweet goodness

And new found excitement for you?

Was the joy worth my undoing

A midlife crisis that I saw through…

It came as a surprise to you that I could fall out of love 

And you drone on about the here and now’s

And all your improvements and work on yourself 

Do nothing to change that you broke your vows

A marriage isn’t an experiment 

It’s a sacred bond you make

A forever promise 

That you faked.

Changes

 And as the grass shudders it’s last breath, so does this chapter. Alas, a new beginning dwells, yet peers from far beyond this snowbank. And when she comes, cheekily bounding into Spring with bright and cheery dominance, she will stay as bright as a moonlit night. As hot and sticky-sweet as the sun on the Joshua tree in August. And yet, our love remains as steady as the brick in our abode, as the quartz in granite. She trudges forth, as season’s do.

Frozen

Dreams are a watery existence…flowing through the world with life…slowing down as they turn into slush with winter. Here they showcase their beautiful framework, a plan in the shape of billions of flakes, crystalized structures frozen in orbs while the world turns white. Only to reappear as it warms again in a form workable for the world. Just because it slows down for a season, doesn’t mean it’s over. Your dream will flow again, even when frozen for a season. And even in that…isn’t it still breathtaking?

Random Musings Whilst Traveling

This place where I travel is a visual dream. An endless stream of consciousness that is breathing as the world watches. Creating and blooming new images, billions and trillions per second, faster than nature could have ever imagined. A digital creation of floral excellence turned into forums of hatred and sadness. This isn’t what we meant it to be. Welcome to my virtual reality.•

If dreams were a soft wood, I would carve them in color. Just to taste the future would be ecstasy. Like a skittle, sometimes sour but always sweet in the end. There are never enough in the bag for everyone but with enough money you could buy enough bags for the world. Back to carving wood, I want to make new patterns with you. Carve out our own design that will leave an impression, an imprint into the fabric of the world. Paste it on the wall for all to see but also in a beautiful corner where I can protect it. Our own painting, not theirs. They want to tell us what to draw. What to carve. What wood to carve it into. What works for them might be different for us. Why can’t we just carve our own space?•

I want to walk in the woods today. Start my own adventure. Watch the light patterns fall through the leaves into the ground where thousands of confusing tendrils reach for the sky in desperation. Some flaunting their colors and grand appearance, while others hide in their shade. I can smell the earth as thousands of unseen movers recreate life from death, releasing their own mark of beauty all around me. It smells like new beginnings. It smells like earth and quiet forest pathways. There is a slight nip to the air that makes every gap of warm light all the more enjoyable. I love the way the rays feel on my skin, like the only warmth in the world is here, but only made available in microscopic patches so you can’t get greedy about it. You have to share it with the upper canopy, the high reachers. The ones at the top. Those with a deeper need for green. I can appreciate that.•

Sometimes when I realize how I learn and that maybe I am a little clever, I think of you. Your sparkling eyes and how quickly you talk and observe everything around you. The energy that flows from your frame as you stay busy. I miss you. I want to call you and tell you that I miss you. I remember your hands deftly slicing carrots across the counter. I watched, mesmerized that the knife got so close to your skin but never pierced the flesh. Your house always smells like steamed broccoli. Memories of you flood my brain, all food-based with a glass of milk at the end. ‘It helps with digestion,’ you’d say. Your nails were always obnoxious, like your décor. Always loud colors and fifty years behind the times, but you loved it. Flamingos, kaolas, hot pink. Seasonal window knickknacks and an antique casino slot machine that gave out rolls of candy instead of tokens. Your collection of dangly earrings visible through beaded doorways that pulled at your mullet. You finally sold the giant van. You gave me vegetables instead of cookies, but it felt like love to me. You always turned the heater onto the floor vents for me in the car when the convertible would make me shiver. I miss you, Grandma. 

Love is the best choice

It’s a beautiful thing, to let hope grow,

It’s a beautiful sound, so let it flow,

Our little conversations extend for hours,

As we build this foundation, it’s like the world knows,

Because I can hear the rainbow whispering your name,

And I can feel the wind as it says the same thing,

And the sun is shining brighter because it knows your voice,

The truth of it all is love is the best choice, love is the best choice.

Metamorphosis

Why crawl when you can fly,
Oh my dear don't fall prey to the past,
Welcome back from the dead,
Cause you always rise again,
And maybe you were lost for a minute,
But now take a look at this,
She's done with her metamorphosis,
Yeah, take a look at this,
She's done with her metamorphosis.

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The Savior Is Here To Stay

Once upon a time,

There was a fair maiden,

Who called out in the blue,

She said where are you???

But only darkness replied,

And filled her void with lies,

Until sunlight, she despised.

But rejoice a savior comes,

And lifts the beautiful maiden up,

He says you are full of life,

Won’t you be my wife, oh love of mine!

And her heart warmed with light,

And she loved with all her might,

This is where her story began,

Walking alongside this glorious Man.

She sang, won’t you stay with me?

I will give you everything!

My voice, my heart, my thoughts are yours,

Just stay by my side, say you won’t run and hide,

He sang, love of mine, I give you my life,

For you are forever mine!

I will never leave your side!

You heart is safe with mine!

And glorious light abounds!

Their love, it knows no bounds!

Come trials, come what may,

For the savior is here to stay!

For the savior is here to stay!