Words are yours
Words are us
Forevermore our creation
Our unique blends
Your words
My words
Ours
Bottled words
found in time
Washed up onto the sand
Tiny hands open
Who’s words are these wrapped up tight
She respectfully seals the words back to the bottle
and let’s them go

The rush,
Andrenaline pumping,
Feel, listen, grasp
The energy
Under the roller coaster
I sit
A tear drop falls
I feel,
I listen,
I grasp
Underneath
Alone I sit under the roller coaster
Afraid to ride
Life

Sometimes I wonder what the river truly says,
It’s a wander of nature at its finest,
It is a pure interrupted flow of beauty
At its worst it is a stagnant pond that lost its way
I look back as I see the drops fall from my eyes
And hoping my heavy drops can help release
The toxic pond back home
To where the beauty of the untamed water
can  once again be free to its uninterrupted free flow
My heavy drops sink into the ground
Hopeful that one drop of water in the pond
Can find the hole left from my toxic soul
to see the narrow path of freedom
as the others may follow
seeping their way through
and all find all their way
back home
To join the beauty of nature at its finest
The pure river of of an uninterrupted free flow
Sometimes I wonder what the river truly says

Stuck in mud
Eating my spleen
How to run
Freedom
My mind
Stuck in mud
My reality
Mud

Time,
Circles of life
Swirling favors of conception
Drops of heavy tears for the end of lives
Time
Celebrate the circle of life
We are al intertwined
One mass organism
Birth and death
Circles of life
Smiles and frowns
Time

To follow the fluorescent pink light
The deepest of blues
Golden love wraps around my hypothalamus
I travel outside the aches of my insides
A whisp of magic
A float of my soul
My guide delivers me
Immaculate imagination
Message for this journey
NOW
NO MORE FEAR

Black bile,
Shamans magic
Into the darkness
See the light
Black bile
Evil creature
Inside ourselves it spreads
Toes to minds
The shamans way
Shall be our only way
Black bile
Hurts