When first I met the Day, I was a child,
A'dancing on the cliffs beside the sea.
He twirled me round and sung my name and smiled, 
But soon enough ran out of time for me.

I fought the night; I fought to stay alive.
The light in me was dangerously dim.
I found in me a desperate need to dive,
But not a fragment of desire to swim.

One shard of shadow in a world so wide,
I blew...

Once I was nothing,
a ghost wandering in a dreamless sleep,
until she came and picked me up. 
Brought to life by her voice,
she spoke my name softly like a song on her lips. 
I felt her gentle touch as she caressed the pages,
my story played out in her eyes
and I watched her slowly fall for me.
But with each whispered word, 
I fell twice as hard.
I knew her,
I knew when she needed to escape...

I am a star
taking up one piece of that construction paper
just another piece of glitter plastered on two pieces of black paper
that's what I am
to you
just a speck of gold, the pin prick on your universe
but to me I am giant ball of fiery, flaming gas  
I sleep when the sun is out and
I awake when the moon is out
one step away from becoming the next supernova
I take up more...

I envision your gracious, elegant arms,
The soft fingers painted a luscious green,
They lovingly cradle the alarms,
Your emotions still never to be seen,

Show me your darkest time,
Your scars of freedom,
The scars that allowed the bluebirds to chime,
Your scars that freed him,

Show me the storms that tore your skin to pieces,
The monstrous clouds that crushed your bones,
The protruding lumps that forever increases,
Let me hear again your melodious tones,

Show me your...

fire burns in the city
a blue red orange blaze that
burns all in her path
unforgiving unmerciful
there is no escape from her

her brother storms
winds that tear up trees and houses
rains that drown the cries of the fallen men
as they try to capture the queen the city capitol

the coats of red stained brown
with dirt and with the blood of the fallen
as angels from above come to claim the
souls taken from the...

Life is something that we should not take for granted. It can be taken away from us at any given moment. Therefore, we should live every day like it is our last. I love my life, and you should too. 

  The ocean is always restless.
  Her body floating along.
  Sometimes peaceful.
  Sometimes violent.
  It all depends on her mood.
  When the sun greets her with a beautiful hello,
  the ocean feels the need to spread that joy to others
  with a gentle, occasional wave.
  When the ground rumbles their frustrations throughout the world
  the ocean shares her thoughts in his frustrations.
  When the thunderclouds rage, insulting and scaring his enemies
  the ocean decides to help him,...

The boy leaned over the iron bannister,
--- But only to me was he just a boy ---
He looked out into the darkness.
The grey sky concealed the stars,
And he stood slouched and broken
For the first time he seemed
Vulnerable.

I had watched him before,
Watched from the edge of the glass paneled door,
Fluttering in the wind.
Spying on the boy -- my boy--.
He stood by the iron bannister often,
Looking out at the sky,...

It's when her leaves change that she is the most beautiful to me.
When her dark green leaves pales to a golden hue.

It's when she's vulnerable and I can see into her soul
that I appreciate her presence the most.

Her rough bark, scraping my hands as I try to console her
when most of her leaves fall to the ground. 

Today I saw the first sign of it.
The sign of her getting near her end.

For years...

She is much older than the rock on which she sits
Aged but not decrepit
like a vampire with less bite
She is all the seasons in one body
Autumn, Summer, Winter, Spring; an eternal ticking clock
In the spring her scent flutters through dawn
The first muted light awakens the world and she shushes the stars to sleep
Summer kisses her skin but she does not tan
When she sings with the chirping birds all we hear is empty sound ...

She is much older than the rock on which she sits
Aged but not decrepit
like a vampire with less bite
She is all the seasons in one body
Autumn Summer Winter Spring an eternal ticking clock
In the spring her scent flutters through dawn
the first muted light awakens the world and she shushes the stars to sleep
summer kisses her skin but she does not tan
When she sings with the chirping birds all we hear is empty...

Pain.
Nobody likes it, in fact, everyone tries to advoid it. 
Well, most people
I, for one, would enjoy it, treasure it
Remember that pain until it lost it's sweet, delectable flavor.
Without pain, life would be boring 
A painless life, a sand colored, flavorless life.
Just driping sand in an hourglass
Waiting for the last grain to drop
Waiting for your time to end
Isnt that boring?
Pain is thrilling!
Pain paints all the wet stains in the sky
All the...

When a yound child id born,
It brings joy into our hearts,
Some are born and dont get very far into their life ,
Some are gifted. Some are not.
That is OK.

They grow to be older.
4 to be exact. 
They are now much more
wittier, smarter, and sly.
They walk, talk,
steal, and melt our hearts; once again.

They are now 8. 
In the second grade.
"Mommy! I am such a big kid now!"
They are full...

Standing this tall should give me a sense of power.
Standing over all the hills, 
Every field but a small stepping stone on my home.
I stand tall, but I stand still.
I cannot move to see the world I love,
but I am helpless to watch it live on under me.
I am formidable, monstrous, and intimidating.
Just wishing I could join them as they play.
I was born a statue, glued to the spot chosen for me.
I was...

You dance, skip, and hop
Across the seemingly massive sea.
Escape and you'll be free
But then you sink Into the massive terrifying abyss below.
But oh the sights you'll probably see 
And the things you'll do.
You'll ride on the back of a big fish.
You'll see young fish in groups playing jump rope,
and watch the feathery boat float across the top.
Then you'll reach the center of it all.
​So many fish and plants swaying and swimming.
All so busy...

I stand here, still, after all these years
Forgotten, though full of memory
Of all the fingers that stained my keys
Of all the pieces that flowed out of me

I remember each tear that spilled as they played
As they closed their eyes and passion they portrayed
With a mournful, slow beat
Like the admittance of defeat

I remember each laugh and smile and grin
as they exploded with all they had hidden within
With a fast, rapid beat ...

I am becoming human.
Day by day, the sun softly glows,
people crash and break and cry.
Watching,
Learning,
Living.

I am becoming human.
and have been doing so my whole life.
I'll never be fully human.
I'll never fully understand everything that makes a person.
I am becoming human.

Wind swirls and dances around me,
giving me the humanity to live.
If I'm not complete, 
I won't be upset or cry
We are complex creatures, born to die.
I...

Stiff and starched white,
This body commands space.
Skin-hot, marble-cool
compelling fingers to touch, skim, wander.

Pieces or whole,
susurrating all the same.
Leaflets, pamphlets,
brochures, maps, scrolls.

Ageing yet alluring;
patience tempers in
bundles, mounds, stacks
foot-high, metre-tall, towering. 

Missing words gape -
the body shouts itself
hoarse imploring for
pictures, poems, plans, anything!

It likes itself
empty, unassuming
yet desiring
revolutions, ambition, war.

Quietly it folds away
piece by piece, scrap by scrap
paper dreams.
Let loose it sprints,...

I am something,
Yet I am also nothing.
I stand erect against the pummelling of the rain,
My rouge skirts floundering about me,
My beauty as immaculate as ever.
But underneath, I am nothing but livid,
Ugly, with selfish and egotistical thorns,
That burrow into one's side like fangs of a viper. 
From the outside, I am passionate red.
But within, I am nothing more than snapping prickles and implacable darkness.
Are we all the same? 
I don't know, nor...

Blooming from his wooden tomb,
The man burning orange and bright.
Rising from his back, a gray translucent fume
That chokes the sky of the night.

His eyes an almost blinding yellow
Needle-sharp teeth revealed in a long smile,
Although it looks so pleasant
His intentions are most vile.

He meets the gaze of fearful stares
A chuckle breaking through the air.
Feeding from the trees and fleeing oxygen,
burning it down without a care.

As he grows in size...

when we emerged from the forests, the realm of beasts
and carried our selves on our own two feet
we looked upon the great expanse
of earth
and we disrupted natures dance
we made the planet ours
looking upon natures bounty
man did the thing animals did not
we conquered
we made our home truly ours

A single Human, alone and weak,
is unable to comprehend  the insignificance of its life.
But as a whole, Humanity, we are unmeasurable, overwhelming
filling space and time with our vivid existance.
We consume all other entities with our devistating force.
Embodied in thousands upon thousands of infintesimal beings. Humans.
We must remember that it is the human that makes up humanity.

An inanimate object rested on the countertop
A mere book adjacent to a laptop
On the surface, it is lifeless
But a look deeper, produces something priceless
Books connect us as humans
They provide us with knowledge and ideas
They are unique in their contribution, nothing can compare
Matter Matter Everywhere
Every single object in the universe, brings life somewhere


 

You dance, skip, and hop
Across the seemingly massive sea
Escape and you'll be free
But then you sink Into the massive terrifying abyss below
But oh the sights you'll probably see 
And the things you'll do.
You'll ride on the back of a big fish
You'll see young fish in groups playing jump rope
and watch the feathery boat float across the top
Then you'll reach the center of it all
​So many fish and plants swaying and swimming 
All so busy...

When I weep I'll run to my willow tree.
Its long leafy green branches lean down and hug me.
As the wind blows,
the leaves rustle, and whisper little words of comfort to me.
The branches sway gracefully and swiftly.
Together we'll dance and sway
as the sun sets.
Then I must go inside.
As I sleep I dream of our next meeting.