everything
has a soul
like this tree
has a soul
and so it lives
like us
but not at all
for the centric definition
exists in parallel
to an idea of something far greater
and much deeper
where the soul succeeds
that of the outer most impressions
of a human being
for we may look at the tree
and know of its purpose
as its soul
it exists
in this world
where we
however
use our souls to guide us
on a destined path
where purpose is the destination

i walk onto the waters
for impossibility is a word
used by those in fear
of failure
and for them i rise above the clouds
and fly
for their fear of falling
is my freedom
exhilarated
by the rush
of the moment
and so i appear
in a dream
where one is standing
at the edge of tomorrow
and the only way to get there
is to conquer the waters
or the skies
however
this is one who fears
because of what they say
so i take the hand
of one
to show what it's like
to defeat reality

Poetic justice
He put it in a song
And so he wrote the words
Created visionary substance
in an apothecary instance
Where the world went numb
And all life had failed to believe
The fact of the flowers
For the light had hid in shadow
Until the song came on
And justice had begun

-k.m

may she always hear the waves
rock and roll her soul to sleep
as she dreams
of home so close
to the heart of one so rhythmic
may she always feel the warmth
of the sun
kissed by something so familiar
never let her go
but now shall set her free
#401 #904
-k.m

clocks
falling from the sky
and hear i stand
watching them fall
there from up above
down below
my feet
i watch the time beneath me
but time
however
is false truth
for
in which exists within
one's figurative vision of
reality
nothing is real
in a world where time exists
and clocks so fall so close
to the heart that beats
to the rhythm
of the one who made the world
made the people
made the clocks
tell time
can you here it?

the child sings a song to the sea whom the child loves beyond measures existent only in context for the world may never know the power from which a seaborne holds within the depths of the child's soul.

"you make it oh so easy
                                easy to love you
                                                      you put me in this ocean
                                                                ­                        ocean state of mind
where everything makes sense
                                             sense that only children know
                                                                ­                        know the sea so well
and so i am                                                               ­                                     and  
        so am i
                    i feel at home with you
                                                      you make it oh so easy
                                                            ­                          easy to live in a dream
                                                           ­                                                       dreams that
       are without an ending time                                  
                          ­                      time is but a figure
                                                                ­       figure of speech
                                                                ­                   of imagination
and so i am                                                               ­                                     and
        so am i
                   i roll the tide and take it
                                                             with me
wherever i may go
                                                             with you
                                                             ­         you are my home"

seaborne the child sings this song and if you listen closely you can hear them hum among the waves where the music plays and the children dance in praise of the world they belong.

picture you're life-
our life-
you and me together-
we're driving over that bridge--
right there.
(points to the left)
and we roll down all the windows
and im playing my guitar-
so loud---
that the ocean freezes over,
just to hear you sing-
to the music.
because you're voice,,
it tells a story.
the story of us.
the one we'll write.
an original.
sing it loud baby girl,
sing it loud