In thought of you.

To a friend, to a dear companion. Not a definition to define, not a moment to forget.You are true to me as I of you. You are the reassuring answer to my unsure mind. Through our laughter to our helping hands, Through the clock unwinding time, we live.

How I
appreciate
how I am
thank full
For your company and of your ears as well,
The tongue that acts as an ore to row your speech.
It is an honor to be your friend.

To fall.

The spontaneous sensation trickling up my spine. A breath would have full filled my lungs but it feels empty as if my chest is weight less. Butterfly's lifting my soul, I feel my self floating away. Can you explain the hair that is lifted on my spine. Your touch moves me, your words fill me. This connection is ecstasy.

I dont want to fall in love again.

Your so amazing I feel my self falling hard and it has me clenching on that cliff singing remember last time. The way you smile every time a word slips from those irresistible lips. I will show you the world I view from mountain tops with my emotions restrained.

Natures way.

As I look out my window seal
Light peers through shattered glass
A tree stands with strength and power
Courageously knowing the future holds ash
The ground in its bounty of soil
Coinciding with blades of grass
The bird to sing those morning notes
Arise to the lights of the rising sun
Rocks holding the secret of everlasting serenity
Never lonesome
Never a shade of fear.

Natures way a rock to crumble
To become nothing but particles of sand
A tree may stand until age corrodes it to the ground
To sit and rot
To lay and decay
A bird may hum
But when those lungs no longer possess the capability to inhale
What is there to exhale?
We live this life with thanks
So thankful to be alive
Because what if otherwise?

Can I be yours.

Can I hold you up when you lose the strength to stand?
Can I help you sing when you forget the courage to use your heart?
Can I be there when you need it the most?
Can I fall for your silly smile or the way you laugh when you say it?
I could be yours.
When water comes can I be your boat to keep you afloat?
when it pours, Can I be your shelter when it rains or your sweater when it snows?
Can I be your everything I guess god only knows?
When we talk can I be your support, when your lost can I be your escort?
I could be yours

TOMBSTONE

A complete desperation of the addiction that clouds my thoughts, subtle cracks to mark my path. Did we wake knowing we are going to die or do we tell our selves otherwise? How many souls have become lost inflicted by death.

Lost is covering a great deal of the puzzle I call life. The more I try to solve this riddle the more my mind begins to spin. Trying to make sense of the static, (nothing ever makes sense abstracted).

My mind runs in circles trying to keep up with the thoughts. Let my body rot among the dieing sun. Let me die like my desecrated adolescence.
Keep the light low so I can reach it.

Burning the memory's that used to make me laugh. Tell me how to get out of this rut because now, I'm just waiting to die.
This was magic, now only dust I guess its just the confusion of how it all happened.

Promise to god

I feel my legs along with my arms give way to the overwhelming felling turning in my chest. My veins as tethered strings being plucked from the placement of this vessel. Cracking whips they are torn to be one with the wind. I am placed in temptations way, I want to speak but I am challenged to utter words blinded by emotion.


I will hold my tongue and wait for serenity.