the teacher
expounded on the value of the tree
“Isaac Newtown
discovered the law of gravity
under an apple tree;
the Buddha gained nirvana
seated under the Bodhi tree
Children -
what can we extrapolate from this?”


“It’s obvious, teacher,” said a smarty-pants kid
*“class is useless -
for if they’d been seated in a class like us
they’d have remained ignorant”

....as the lights dim, from deep within, I ask our lord and savior "where have I been?"
Have I walked a path of good? Have I formed a way of resent? Have I learned to be selfish? Have I lent a hand to a old friend?
I don't smoke anymore but I feel so high
It's like the air is laced with hallucination, blurred visions through my eyes.
Crazy by surprise, I've already lost my ignorant mind
To place judgment on a man, simply because he was blind
As I picked a black rose, representing someone had died
Who died? It was me! Myself! And.. I..
reincarnated
I know it's all in a matter of time
I will see him again, you'll be my lost road with all the signs
That point in my direction, teaching me lessons, of confessions that helped free the soul inside that grab hold of a message...to be at your lowest point and change it all wih wishful leverage, while the drought of poetic thinkers simply thirst for a inspiring beverage.  (WRITERS BLOCK!)
Drink away your fears, take shots for the pain
Support your own mistakes, stop looking for someone else to blame
Indecisive actions never lead to good, your hesitation only leads you to pain.
See me as a sky high, dry eyed, ironic angel with a dark side, who won't hide cause he wants you to see his story from his side, with no lie, as I sit down and get my...thoughts, all back together
Gambling on my self awareness, hoping my optimism will make things better.

it is now the in-between
a transition, a lull
no action, the will
at rest
it seems


a moment –
no sense of measure, actually -
like the evening
that embraces  
the trees and the skies;
like the dancer before a move

it is now the mind’s quiet
one at peace, as if one meets oneself
a cessation the while
a pervading silence
that does not seem as an other;
this is the in-between

It's just a little heartache,
and i thought that I could shake it.

It's just a quivering, fractured smile.
and i thought that i could fake it.

It's just a little restlessness,
and brokenhearted dreams.

Its just a pair of tear stained cheeks,
not as bad as it all seems.

It's just a bit of loneliness,
lonely of course for only you

It's just a drop of hopelessness,
and gasped "i dont know what to do's"

Its just one more bruise on my black and blue trust
and lips anxious for your kiss

It's just one more chance I'm willing to take
But my love, you're terrible to miss.

Wife,
        That’s a term I have been waiting to use for my entire life. I wasn’t always the best at searching for you. I was young and mildly ambitious growing up; other things got in the way because I never knew how much I could love you.
        If only I had known.
        I’ve told you most of my stories: my days playing sports, the endless reading list I had at my bedside table, and the sleepless nights thinking I would never find you.
        I’m eternally grateful that God allowed our paths to cross at that bookstore – how ironic that I was looking for books about love and I found you.
        My life taught me to question and second-guess many things: marriage, relationships, and the future.
        I had let my doubts and expectations reach into my pockets of hope and faith, stealing my motivation to succeed.
        Some would say I was justified in being a stoic.
        Not you.
        Before I met you, I was full of silly ideas and visions of how the world was. Those things – doubt, disappointment, failure – may be in the world, but they don’t define the world.
        Or me.
       I’m glad I questioned what was shinning so bright in a dimly lit bookstore. I’m glad I saw you.
        Holding a flashlight.

Always,
Yours