Through These Eyes

The sky rises up in multi-color fashion, every stone throw you’re a fierce assasin. Castles of sand crafted by feet and hands are homes to gods. Raised to marching bands. Glorious music plays in the background. Cartwheels are fun and diamonds in mud are found. The world makes sense in coves and tulips. And her…

Words Off The Brain

So bold so intertwined. The inertia opens minds. Freudian slips serve well upon honesty that compels. Slide thoughts off tops of notions don’t stop. Be blunt be direct sew life no regret. Be true to thine-self be simple forget all-else. Sleep well my friend. No regret to hold in. All is vain still the same…

Why There Is Song

Do you drift like a listing ship? I feel it too tides as they rip. Upon the dew saw I on my evening stroll, I see calamity that is beyond my control. What is there for a person to do? Shed a tear for the sky being blue? Strength they say is rising above the…

Miracles Happen Every Day

All you need is ears to hear, eyes to see and a mind to discern the miracles around us everyday. There are miracles everywhere. Beauty everywhere. A newborn child brought into the world. A song that moves your heart and allows you to relate while expanding your mind. The sun shinning as the world revolves…

Escaping To My Secret Place

I found my home. Not so far away as I had expected but far enough. Someplace different that would lend perspective to my dull daily routine. I lie here in this place thinking of that different place. How I got so cold is still unraveling in front of me. Could it be this dreary town,…

The Thunder From Within

Here I am now thinking of her yes she’s on my mind. No I haven’t been drinking just keeping sane in my time.  — My place so bold am I because I simply beg to try, to keep my faculties about me because without her I could cry. — I can’t stop it now I’m…

Escaping Death Four Times Leaves A Bitter Taste

How I find myself here sitting on the side of my bed writing this would make any atheist believe in God. It is the only logical explination that can be made after evaluating the experiences I’ve been through for a large portion of my life. In hindsight it is very vexing why we choose the…

The Echo That Brought Me Sight

In the beginning it began as an echo her sharp wit filled the halls within me, even when she said not a single word It spoke volumes, changing me completely. The gate of her stride was quaint I remember how she glided upon the floor. I can see it as if it were yesterday now…

What Would We Be If We Were Incapable Of Loving Or Laughter

Einstein once said that coincidence was just God’s way of remaining anonymous.  Whether there is a God or not I am not sure. I envision an all knowing omniscient being would be saddened to see the world turn into what is has today.  I think there is a God and whether you believe in him…