My full metal fully loaded pistol aimed at your doubt firing deadly rose pedals. The cross hairs of my sight locked on you... no where to hide or settle even in the dead of night. You see my breath in the cold midnight air, scared you wait...run or fight? Lay down your fear and show yourself be struck by beauty and nothing else.

What intrigues the human mind? Is it thoughts of life or suicide?
What grabs our hearts and pulls our strings? Love, God or depravity?

This war within will have no end when fallen angels become our friends.

I say trust the Light, lay down your guns, flee the dark and fall in love.

Another restless night

Why won't these tired eyes close and drift off to sleep?
Instead I stare into the dark and my thoughts dive into the deep.
What is it that stares back at me when everyone else dreams?

Eyelids stuck open and everything I see in front of my face bores my imagination, therefore my mind travels and hitches a ride to a better place. A place full of color, magic and adventure, and yet still what lurks in the shadows...staring...waiting...?

Freeway?

When will this highway of white lines lead me to dirt roads that wind around rolling hills and mountain peaks. I long for city lights and the sound of rubber meeting road and sirens and trains screeching to a stop to fade into sweet skies filled with tiny stars and the sound of created creatures breaking brush and stomping the ground...a place where morning song birds spread their tiny wings and sing to all the other animals, where the river roars down the canyon crashing into the rocks below.

Will this concrete highway trap me between its solid lines forever? Will it lead me to freedom? Can I exit and leave this falseway and be free?...Free to breathe and stretch and spread my true self.

The sound of rubber leaving pavement and meeting earth is a sweet sweet sound...

black umbrellas

Death like rain falls from the sky anytime day or night.
Gently caressing blades of grass, crashing down from heights so fast.
Clouds form and gather filling with gray, looming over head, forever April, where is May?
Distance and time no one knows, it seems dark and unfair to those
who left inside are high and dry sitting all alone wasted to die
with fears and ghosts and haunting shames, trapped inside window pains...

Let blackened skies unfold their wrath pouring down a clearer path,
where mud and stains are washed away, Yes! death come, come i say!
And free my soul from all these years of mold
Drench me with treasures not of gold,
but eternal blossoms formed from storms giving breath to all new born's
The question still lingers... Why?...
To die is to gain and to live is to die.

Midnight turns the skies black with tempting stars, creating forms that cause us to question our existence here on earth. We are seeds scattered in this forest we call the universe, planted and placed and still growing...who did this?

I sometimes feel lonely staring at the moon and the darkness that surrounds it and hovers so high above me. It makes me feel small and so far from my beginnings. Will I ever grow tall enough to reach beyond those tiny lights in the sky that hang so perfectly still? I swear sometimes they whisper their secrets in my ear and call out to me...

take it in

When i was young i would yell my lung

and no one seemed to care...

Just a boy shooting my cowboy guns

high up in the air...

Left alone to thoughts and hills to roam

Where dreams float

Like clouds in June

And I would lay down in green grass tombs

waking to wild flowers in bloom.

now just breath and take it in...