..And as the bird flies, the sky waves,
and the sun rays, and the clouds play
about the tops of trees, until the day fades,
and night shall be set free, so morning’s weight lays
fined for a rest, city light’s pollute I can attest,
now dark shan’t take its all important place
too weak becomes our concrete space,
disoriented becomes our eyes, so we can’t view best
they, we, remain at 50, just fifty %, more or less..

So how can anyone truly see?

Looked into the mirror
I don’t just see me
But the haunting memories
That take a huge part
In everything I do
I see the grief
Of not just me
But the many
That weigh me down
More than 100 pounds
However
Past all the darkest thoughts
Is the vivid happiness
A step away from disappearing into
Obscurity.
To drown in your own mind
Is more suffocating,
Than anything

Restrained from hope
But retrained from fear

A sense of trying to grab into reality
Yes into,
As I’m out of it
As it slips through my fingertips
Like a thought could trigger fatality

Rivers running down my cheeks
But I can’t feel them
The sea salt scent trailing into my nostrils
But I can’t smell

Trembling from loss of light
Though a purge of blinding light
is within my heart
Telling a story
Of Already wilting flowers
being cut from their stem
Before being given another chance
Before they realize they’re wilting

Now I can’t think of anything at all
Except my shadows running across the wall
Like it’s frightened
Of me,
A madman
A sacrificial lamb

Scared of what I am
And what I may become.

Knock knock,
On the door.
I want to be alone

With each pound,
A little light breaks through
Giving me a glimpse
Of the tall shadows I choose to live with

The knocking becomes desperate
I can feel the urgency in the constant sound
Of wood splintering
I don’t want to move.

My shadows give me comfort
The light is too frightening to be in.
Why can’t they stop knocking?

They begin to kick
And kick,
The door remains
As if un phased by the toil of them
Who want me out

Why do they bother,
I’m okay here.
I assume.

The knocking slows to a stop

and one last, soft and barely heard
Tap
Somehow shakes me to my core.
Knocking my door to the ground.

The tall shadows are whisked back into the dark

The wood is filled with vines,
Burnt and corroded

And as I peer into the blinding light

I see blood dripping down
my own hands.

Conscientious of your footing
So I can catch you if you fall
Protective of you, and what you love
To defend against any targeted shoves
It’s not quite love, but it’s nice nevertheless
To see your beautiful face
When beating up whoever’s next
That dares to disagree
With you

1 Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High
    will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
2 I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress,
    my God, in whom I trust.”
3 Surely he will save you
    from the fowler’s snare
    and from the deadly pestilence.
4 He will cover you with his feathers,
    and under his wings you will find refuge;
    his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
5 You will not fear the terror of night,
    nor the arrow that flies by day,
6 nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,
    nor the plague that destroys at midday.
7 A thousand may fall at your side,
    ten thousand at your right hand,
    but it will not come near you.
8 You will only observe with your eyes
    and see the punishment of the wicked.
9 If you say, “The Lord is my refuge,”
    and you make the Most High your dwelling,
10 no harm will overtake you,
    no disaster will come near your tent.
11 For he will command his angels concerning you
    to guard you in all your ways;
12 they will lift you up in their hands,
    so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
13 You will tread on the lion and the cobra;
    you will trample the great lion and the serpent.
14 “Because he[b] loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him;
    I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
15 He will call on me, and I will answer him;
    I will be with him in trouble,
    I will deliver him and honor him.
16 With long life I will satisfy him
    and show him my salvation.”

Most of the time we think
About all the things we could’ve done
But don’t pay attention
To the many things
We still CAN do.
The feeling of being stuck in regret
Can take us over
And only leave a shell of our former selves
Shackled
To the the moments where we could’ve done better,
Walking ourselves farther
Away from more great moments we could mess up,
And preferring to lock ourselves up
In the cage, that is, self-pity

The way out is just right in front of us..

September sky,
O’ how I miss
The summer heat,
The radiating sun, and vacations that come with it
Instead I must find solace
In the slight rain drops
Maybe a little breeze
And the scattered clouds
Across the beautifully drawn above
Now taking a step back,
Maybe the tinted leaves
Is just a necessary change
To move life along
Through the casting away
Of summer
And welcoming
the September sky

Faking
A smile
Inside, rotting feeling
Trapped,
Inside a mirage
Shut off
From emotion
My brain,
Used to laughing
Used to happiness
Forces a grin
Masquerading,
The truth inside
I’m still me,
In a darker tint

When his tear drops fell
Upon the iced, slicked ground
In his shaking you could tell
His heart was pound, pound, pounding
Along with the cracking of the world below him
He needed some grounding..
Some mercy from the gods above,
Who seemed to make a mockery
Of his need, and desperate greed for a real kind of love.
He assumed he had everything a partner could want,
Honesty, suavity,
Some thousand dollar wine he could flaunt
Now you can see,
He thought he was in a good place..
Except NOW! In this god forsaken world
that has left him to waste
Lonely again, in the face of disgrace.
So fearfully, he looked down at the frozen land below
And saw his reflection in the winter light’s glow

...

"Nothing—was ever real."

Feel the beat
Beneath
Your feet
Let it shake
Your bones,
Let the lyrics
Nod your head,
Put you in the zone.
The melody
Taking your mind by storm
Been feeling it
Since I was born
That iridescent song

A streak of light soaring across the sky

A streak of night intertwined with the moon’s eye

To watch them dance, among the clouds

To whom anyone gazing would sigh,

“A masterpiece.”

When

They fall

————————(when they)
———————————————- Fall

—————————falling————v
———————————————-  v
                 ­              (Down through the cracks in the walls)
                                        In the cracks in the wall
                                              ⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️
     ­                                  (Thunder crackles, scaring the crowd)
———————————————-            And when you hear their crying rivers drown up the noise
Splatter.. melt the walls (the walls)    ⭐️ ⭐️⭐️

The (dying) 🩸

Walls
(I can’t stop)  🛑🛑⭐️⭐️⚡️⚡️
Thinking.
———————————————-       ABOUT
                      THE
WALLS!

But no one else is looking for who’s inside them
To find the source
So neither will I

——————————————— And when their dreams go fly above the (red) dreaded drenched sky.. 🌩️🌩️🩸🩸🪽

I’ll go INSANE!

It’s everywhere.
    

                                                               ­            everywhere


                 EVERYWHERE!

(let me out)
(let me out)
(let me out)
(let me out)

Why can’t you just SHUT UP

Let me be..

Keep your crying quiet, quick

    (let me out)

Stop.

(let me out)

No-

(let me OUT)

The room goes dark, except for a small stream of light aiming up at the top of the stage. From it, a single drop of blood comes down.
Then more. Then incoherent sounds and laughter and crying cause the audience to get up from their seats and sprint towards the doorway..! More blood rains, and more and more. A POUNDING on the walls begins

a tune begins to play, too quiet for anyone else to hear save a curious little girl unafraid by the sounds and red liquid.

🎶 and when their dreams go fly, above the red drenched sky.. you’ll know. 🎶

You should’ve let me go

Under siege
Piano keys
Assaulted by staccato breeze
Across the ice, voices plead
And from contorting accents,
Legato’s free
Sadness and some misery
Then pauses in between
2 beats, 4 beats,
CRASH CRASH CRASH
Below, my finger starts a clash
But quickly it goes slow once more
Higher, where the angles soar
Harmony seamlessly flows together
Before the clouds cover light
And the air thickens
Suspense trickles down my bones
And exalts itself from the rule of the instrument
To run away into the audience’s ears
Which leaves the silence, and joyous tears
Bravo, Bravo! I hear them cheer.

Won’t you look over me
While I go down the boulevard
Won’t you listen to the birds
Won’t you, while I walk
Smell the air
Won’t you pray with me
When you haven’t got a prayer
Boy, won’t you look at the sun,
But not too long
Won’t you,
Dear,
Tell me what you think
Won’t you feel
Walking with me
Down the boulevard
Feel with me
Put on your sneakers
And tell me what’s new.
Never mind the rain
Walk with me son
Won’t you,
Search for a purpose
Before you resolve as a fool
Don’t walk away, son
I know you,
And this isn’t like you
Before the crack of dawn
Before your gone
Take a walk with me
Just down the next block
And I will listen
To your heart true
While you wait for the sun to set.
Until the shadows fall
I’ll be there waiting
Won’t you,
Won’t you
Take a walk with me son
Won’t you
Won’t you
Come out
And take a walk,
The sidewalk holds many secrets
But you son are a new one.
I’ve seen metal bikes
to neon bands
From proposals
To a slap on the cheek
I’ve seen children playing
To parents a prayin’
So tell me
Why don’t you take a walk with me
Just down the boulevard..
While the skies race past
And my head still lasts.
I’m a dream that never came to pass
All the while your crazy new
So let me tell ya something boy
Just, won’t you
Won’t you
While this moment lasts
Won’t you
I wonder,
Can’t you
Take a walk with me?

ᵀᴬᴿᴬᴺᵀᵁᴸᴬ ᶜᴿᴬᵂᴸˢ
ᶜᴬᴮᴱᴿᴺᴱᵀ ˢᴾᴿᴱᴬᴰ ᶜᴿᴼˢˢ ᵂᴬᴸᴸˢ
ˢᵀ. ᴹᴬᴿᵀᴵᴺˢ ᴳᴼᴼˢᴱ ᶜᵁᵀ ᴼᴺ ᶜᴿᴬᶜᴷᴱᴰ ᴼᴾᴱᴺ yellow ᴾᴸᴬᵀᴱˢ
ᵂᴼᴿᴺ ᵀᴴᴵᴺ ᴬˢ ᴴᴱᴿ ᴾᴬᵀᴵᴱᴺᶜᴱ
ᴰᴿᴱᴬᴿᵞ ᵂᴱᴮˢ ᴰᴵˢᴾᴸᴬᵞᴱᴰ ᴾᴱᴿ ᴼᴸᴰ ᶠᴼᴿᴳᴼᵀᵀᴱᴺ ˢᴼᵁᴸ
ᵀᴱᴺ ᴼᶠ ᴴᴱᴬᴿᵀˢ ᵁᴾˢᴵᴰᴱ down
ᶜᴴᴱᴱᴿˢ ᴱᶜᴴᴼᴵᴺᴳ ᴬᴺᴰ ˢᵂᴱᴸᵀᴱᴿᴵᴺᴳ
ᴸᴵᴷᴱ ᴿᴼᴮᴵᴺ ᴴᴼᴼᴰ'ˢ ᴬᴿᴿᴼᵂ ᴵᴺˢᴵᴰᴱ ᴴᴵˢ ᴴᴱᴬᴰ
ᵂᴱᴸᴸ ᴹᴬᵞᴮᴱ ᵀᴴᴬᵀˢ ᴬ ᴸᴵᵀᵀᴸᴱ ˢᴬᴿᶜᴬˢᵀᴵᶜ
ᴵᴺ ᴴᴵˢ ᴴᴱᴬᴰ ᴮᵁᵀ ᴺᴼᵀ ᴵᴺ
ᵂᴵᵀᴴᴵᴺ ˢᴼᴮᴮᴵᴺᴳ ᶠᴼᴳᴳᵞ ᴱᵞᴱˢ,
ᴬ ᵛᴼᴵᴰ ᴼᶠ ᴮᴸᴬᶜᴷ ᶜᴿᴼᵂˢ. ᴬᴺᴰ ᵂᴵᵀᴴᴵᴺ ᵀᴴᴱᴵᴿ ᴱᵞᴱˢ,ᴰᴬᴿᴷᴱᴿ ᶜᴿᴼᵂˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᵂᴵᵀᴴᴵᴺ ᵀᴴᴱᴹ;ᴵᴺᴬᴰᴱᵟᵁᴬᵀᴱ ᶠᴸᴱˢᴴ ᴰᴱᴾᴿᴵᵛᴱᴰ ᴼᶠ ᴰᴿᴱᴬᴹˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴺᴼᵁᴿᴵˢᴴᴹᴱᴺᵀ ˢᴼ ᴵᵀˢ ᴵᴰᴸᴱ ᴹᴵᴺᴰ ᶜᴬᴺᴺᴼᵀ ᴴᴬᴺᴰᴸᴱ ᴸᴼᴼᴷᴵᴺᴳ ᵀᴴᴿᴼᵁᴳᴴ ᵀᵂᴼ ᴮᴸᵁᴿᴿᵞ ᵂᴵᴺᴰᴼᵂˢ ˢᴴᴵᴺᴵᴺᴳ ᶠᴬᴸˢᴱ ᴴᴼᴾᴱ
ᴳᴿᴬᵀᴵᶠᵞᴵᴺᴳ ᴿᴱᴹᴬᴿᴷˢ ᵀᴼ ᴳᴱᵀ the ᴮᴬᴸᴸ ᴿᴼᴸᴸᴵᴺᴳ ᶠᴼᴿ trust ᴬᴺᴰ integrity
ᵀᴴᴿᴼᵁᴳᴴ ˢᵂᴱᴬᵀᴵᴺᴳ ᴬᴺᴰ imaginary ᴸᴬᵁᴳᴴᴵᴺᴳ ᴸᴬᵞ ˢᴱᶜᴿᴱᵀˢ ᴵᴺ plain ˢᴵᴳᴴᵀ
ᵁᴾᴼᴺ ᶠᵁᴿᵀᴴᴱᴿ ᴵᴺᵛᴱˢᵀᴵᴳᴬᵀᴵᴼᴺ,
ᴬᴿᴼˢᴱ ᵂᴬˢᴴᴱᴰ ᴬᵂᴬᵞ ᴮᴸᴱᴬᶜᴴ ᴬᴺᴰ ˢᵀᴬᴵᴺˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ˢᴹᴱᴸᴸˢ of iron
ᵀᴴᴱ ᴹᴵᴿᴿᴼᴿ ᴵˢ the ᴼᴺᴸᵞ ˢᵁᴿᵛᴵᵛᴼᴿ?
ᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ ᴵᴺ ᴵᵀˢ ᶜᴼᶠᶠᴵᴺ ᴼᴺ ᵀᴴᴱ ᶜᴬᴿᴰᴮᴼᴬᴿᴰ ᶠᴸᴼᴼᴿ ᴵᵀ ˢᵀᴬᴸᴷᴱᴰ ᵀᴴᴱᴹ
ᵂᴵᵀᴴ ᴬᴺ ᴬᶜᴱ ᴵᴺˢᴵᴰᴱ ᴵᵀˢ ᶠᴿᴬᴳᴵᴸᴱ ᴴᴼᴸᴱˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴬ ᶜᴼᴵᴺ flipped ᴼᴺ ᴵᵀˢ ᴴᴱᴬᴰ
ᴬᴺᴰ ᴼᵁᵀˢᴵᴰᴱ them, Fury ᴮᴵᴿᴰˢ ᴳᴸᴵᴰᴵᴺᴳ, ˢᴴᴼᵂᴱᴿᴵᴺᴳ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴᴵᴺ ᴵᶜᴱ ᴬᴺᴰ hail
ᵂᴴᴱᴺ ᵀᴼᴿᵀᵁᴿᴱ ᴿᴱᴬᴷᴱᴰ ᶠᴿᴼᴹ the ᴱᴬᴿᵀᴴ ᴹᴵᴸᴱˢ ᴮᴱᴸᴼᵂ ᴵᴺ ᶠᴵᴿᴱ ᵀᴬᴵᴸᴼᴿᴱᴰ ᵀᴼ ᵀᴴᴱ rain’s ᵂᴵˢᴴᴱˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᵀᴴᴱ ˢᴸᴱᴱᵀ'ˢ ᴱᴹᴾᴼᵂᴱᴿᴱᴰ ᶜᴼᵂᴬᴿᴰᴸᴵᴺᴱˢˢ
ᴬᴺᴰ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴴᴬᴵᴸ ᴾᵁᵀ ᴵᵀ’ˢ ᶠᴼᴼᵀ down ˢᴼ ᴵᵀ ᴹᴬᵞ ᶜᵁᴿᴱ ᵀᴴᴱ roads ᶠᴿᴼᴹ ᴵᵀˢ ᴰᴿᴼᵂᴺᴵᴺᴳ
ᴮᵁᵀ ᴵᵀ ᴸᴬᴺᴰᴱᴰ as ᴿᴼᶜᴷˢ,ᶠᴼᴿ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴳᴿᴼᵁᴺᴰ ᵂᴬˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴵˢ ᵀᴼᴼ ᴮᴱᵀᴿᴬᵞᴱᴰ ᴮᵞ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴬᵀᴹᴼˢᴾᴴᴱᴿᴱ'ˢ ᴾᴱᴿᴵᴸ
ᴬᴺᴰ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴹᴵᴿᴿᴼᴿ... ᶜᴼᵁᴸᴰᴺᵀ ˢᴬᵛᴱ ᵀᴴᴱᴹ ᴬᴺᵞ ᴸᴼᴺᴳᴱᴿ
They all ᵂᴱᴿᴱ ᴹᴼᴺˢᵀᴱᴿˢ
ᴱᴺˢᴺᴬᴿᴱᴰ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴰᴱᵛᴵᴸ'ˢ ᴾᴵᴺᵀ ᴼᶠ ᶜᴼᴺᶜᴿᴱᵀᴱ ᴹᴬᴰᴺᴱˢˢ
ᴵᴺᵀᴱᴳᴿᴵᵀᵞ ᵂᴬˢ ᴳᴼᴺᴱ
ˢᴼ only ᴿᴱᴹᴬᴵᴺᴱᴰ
ᵀᴿᵁˢᵀ

They trust the imaginary integrity of the yellow, plain roads, as the hail rains’ iron fury flipped them all down, down.

The armor of a true selfless person

Is beaten,

Scratched,

Marked,

Slowly falling apart

All so the people they care about go unharmed

At the expense of one’s wants

They want to help with other’s needs

Not for money, nor anything in return,

Is the true value of selflessness

A gift like no other..

Snow Bird
Invisible in the flakes
Of a white world
Waiting for the spring to spark a change
And the winter’s heart to succumb
To a flaming savior’s wings.
Though, wouldn’t it be fine,
For a fire’s wretched feather
To bring the land’s demise?
On each, the Snow Bird thinks,
For every minute’s precious gift;
To deny it would be as just.
And it sings,
In each choice no mind is paid,
It only dreams of new life
For either way,
He shall be set free
And a white peace
shall be made.

Half-chuckles flourishing in the night time scene
Slow deep breathes connect us
Staring into the darkened sky
We waited

…

Blue skies above
a tumbling crystal stream
Flowing pure and clear-
Oh what a lovely dream

My glorified enemy..
my incapacitated friend
when you told me I was your biggest regret
that the rage of 10,000 (dead by guillotine) cursed souls
make up 1% of your hatred for me
that when you died, your 2 year old child would grow with the very purpose
of destroying my entire life
I was appalled, dismayed
so I pressed on the blade
and you no longer could throw your outlandish threats my way.
But I did not expect, 30 years down the road
Sitting at the edge of my pool In my Florida mansion
which (of your own free will) is what you gladly endowed me
to see a bright light in the sky falling so quick and smooth
a beautiful sight
So I picked up my martini and took a final big swig
and extended my arms to the flaming red might
"IN MY MOTHER'S NAME!"
He spoke aloud
his mother would be oh so very proud!

Sunday
The Second
of, February

Life in the US
is looking
kinda scary

Half-chuckles flourishing in the night time scene
Slow deep breathes connect us
Staring into the darkened sky
We waited

…

But nothing came
Only a cool wind that blew leaves at our faces
And moved my hand onto yours
That's when I knew
I didn't want to wait for the stars to align
I just needed for you to be mine
and the elements seemed to agree..!

Thy evening candle’s flicker glows like stars at night
Through gentle breezes borne by evening’s smoke
Debris left by day’s fierce returning flare
Best known in twilight’s tending, hidden care
From dawn to dusk the candle endures,
Once belonged to the man who’d take walks by the shores
For his imprint on the earth is forever spoke
By the chirps of the birds and melted wax on the floors
Of mother earth’s grassy plains
And in the memories of those who by his passing have been torn
Though unspoken wishes remain,
Once let by his tongue, in the rain he adored.
Clinging desperately onto the wind that carries
Until his words are lost in thy golden flame,
And his speech gone in dust by it’s own accord.