imagine if you hadn't left,
you'd still have an "us" to cherish.
imagine if i hadn't danced away,
my life would still be all the same.

I watch the trees fold

inward,

urging us forward

into the path that we hold

in our palms like a treasure;

in it love knows no measure.

Hesitation can disappear in a milisecond

if you don't fear the consquences of your decision.

Even a baby understands

there's so much more he needs to know

before he is able to grow;

but,

a man with an ego,

allows his pride to let him think

he's the only one with any wisdom to show.

(little does he know, little does he know.)

wisdom is tossed around;

listen, learn, and let it flow

until your taught to

just

let go.

it's time to renew.

Pick up the glass as you

hope some wishes will last.

One year's resolution breeds another year's solution;

try to re-build what's lying in ruin

or create a new curiosity

you haven't a clue in.

As you learn words

don't always stay the same

and actions never go away.

You turn away from the one name

that reverberates in your brain.

What you let go

drains you of everything you know.

We need to escape

because

I refuse to look back in hate.

Words with different functions

will always lead to a series of mis-diagnosed assumptions.

Arguments, "aren't we done with this?".

And my heart knows only sentences

cannot prove you ever meant this

but I held on as if I should tempt it.

I'm leaving what I remember

in the deep, frosted snows of December;

you lit my life

but then

put it out like an ember.

I need to live my life void of someone else's temper.

I couldn't handle our rapid drop in temperature

without longing for warmth and soul-finding adventure.

Now I'll always look for a way to leave

from all the times I've been

PUSHED

free;

but that does not mean my mind diminishes my heart's hopes and dreams.

A fairy tale endin'

can still be something'

I believe in.

So i meet and greet the time for departure:

You're the pages in my notebook that spark the words we both search for,

the connection we both dance towards.

Unity paints a prettier picture.

Evaporate into me as I demonstrate what you need.

It's time to renew the dreams you thought were through.

two decades or so.

In life, many start

although they lack heart.

But in art,

you have to break apart

before you get an invitation to depart.

Lose,

Loss,

Get Lost.

Memory can melt away

like frost

if you let it.

Does the dance end if he lets go of her hand?

If she is not taken and lead?

Didn't the force begin outside both of their heads?...

Why should

what other's Lack

hold Her Back.?

Terpsichore~~~~~~Choreography.

Let the audience feel what the dancer sees.

If he leaves her alone,

she'll let him be.

Then delicately slip

her hand back into

rEaLiTy.

Locate the

once upon a time

*she was free*.

Naked of their cover,

a tree still stands no

matter how many

parts leave her.

But to feel

Warmth in Winter,

bare roots know

you need the perfect

mixture.

(2 souls came together straight after their escape from nature.

Signs that you pass by will catch up to you in time.)

I've all ready felt a divine fit;

now how do I get passed it?

as time grows,
we lose the only ones
we've ever known.

Yet time still rushes
and my cheeks learn to flush
with the rage of a new blush.

your sights, your sounds
are bringing me around.

Read my mind through turquoise eyes.

Dance in connection with my skin

as I swing softly

from side to side.

I can bring the past back in just a moment's time.

Your love remains: a stain;

as my body longs for your embrace.

A life I used to taste on a daily basis is a tattoo on my brain.

Once upon a time we went so well together

how is it now we don't even know one another?

Where did you go? You disappeared in a style so slow.

How much time is necessary to spend alone? When time isn't even yours to own.....

When will we find each other again and grow;

This time we'll finally know:

The feeling of lone will forever be unknown when you learn

life isn't meant to be lived in monotone.

http://www.euphoria-magazine.com/photography/34-photography/139-beautiful-photos-silhouettes

i need to learn how to get these silhouette shots on here, their phenomenal.

fantasy inspire me.

I want to undress you from the cold.

Learn the way your body
twists,
assists,
folds
and molds.

Inside is where I learn to feel what I know to be real:

I can still bloom,

however far it may be from June.

I know summertime is at noon

or whenever

we're together

in search of our timeless tune,

in search of

adventures that left us a season too soon.

But we explore

in spite of what we've learned before.

Re-live the good of our past

the moment I make my way back.

I return like I've never left you;

like I never knew it could be this new.

Children,

in the heart,

teaching one another

the significance of being true.

No hesitation leads one to speak the truth,

Remind me

how it felt to be asked to

"stay with you".....

curious

I didn't inherit anything from my parents;

although

they taught me to be everything they weren't.

I cannot trace any of my characteristics

and say "they are the reason I'm like this."

I don't know the shape or shade of their eyes

and they'll never know how their lies have made me wise.

This world will

spin you around,

let you down,

and pretend

they never heard your sound.

Being your friend is energy spent

as

I reach out for the love I've mistakingly sent.

discovery when you're in need.

I like being alone and
it's not that cold
when you respect
your body as your own home.
A haven to hold
the temple together
as you lose yourself
and wash away the
weight of the world.

with sweet understanding
comes new awakenings

your soul sets itself in slow motion.

i've watched it grow
try to take hold
lose, gain, manipulate control.

Now, it rests
and rejoices
at how much it is blessed.
Despite society's destruction
and daily dose of chaotic injections;
I've avoided self-infliction and
learned how to flourish
in my own
Creation's recreation.

I'm dedicated to the words that
engage me in my own mind.

No need to look to others
for something that
all along,
by yourself,
you could find.

It's the ending but still the beginning of an endless dive into a new day.

"Pieces falling from me.
You can have them for free.
I've never felt SO COMPLETE." -Gomez

redemption

If I don't judge
I run the risk of following
the same mistakes I watched them make.

When you justify your EVERY mistake,
you lead a life where MORE
are understandable and okay to make.

I assign accountability
according to my own memory.
No child should have to grow up without a daddy or a mommy.

I can call it a tragedy
because I sometimes seem to be
the only one who knows
or cares
exactly what children need;
no child can blossom without the love people call family.

I don't buy into being a victim of the system,
your not a walking footstep
of your parents abuse and shame,
no matter how easy it might be
to play that card in this game.

My mind can no longer stay silent
when it hears the innocent hearts crying.
What kind of world do we live in
when confidentiality masquerades
an epidemic of murder?
And, in the end,
no one has done anything wrong.
No one shoulders any blame
or pursues any change.
You forget your "mistakes"
and go about your day;
you think:
"it's not like it effected anyone's life anyway."

Pregnancy should be illegal
until a person learns what it means to raise a baby.
Accidents don't just happen if you take enough steps of precaution.
Sex is a decision
and if you can't deal with the possible repercussion,
just STOP DOING IT.
Abortion shouldn't even be an option.
Who are you to decide that death is a viable solution
to your own slip and accident?
Is it really
"your body, your choice"
when
there is clearly ANOTHER BODY
in your equation because of the
choices you have been making?
What happened to their choice
and their voice?
People play ignorant just because this society lets them.

These days
accidents don't just happen,
like everyone tries to claim.
There are so many measures of prevention
that accidents just shouldn't happen.
And even if by the very minimal percent chance they did,
wouldn't you think that child is a miracle, a blessing, defying all the odds to bring it's own life into existence?

If you took so many precautions
and it still managed to happen,
don't you think that's a sign of
something greater trying to speak to you?

This is life,
another human's future is in your hands
but, too often, it's viewed as nothing
and then you wonder why this keeps on happening.
Why people grow up to cycle through the same phase.

No one ever turned around and told them
"I'm sorry. Please don't grow up to be like me."

Remain

I travel out of my mind
and,
out of instinct I instantly
find yours.
My whole soul relaxes,
my bones bind to bliss,
and
I feel exactly who I miss.

I've got two decades

of premonition

within my application

of intuition.

But none of that experience stops
the heart's silent wishin'
for her love to find a witness
to blaze a fire they've both been missin'.

I'm requesting the words you keep on giving &

hoping for this world to make worth of all the spinning,

through all the demanding,

I'm still standing,

no matter what,

I grasp a love you keep on handing.

I am forced to command my instincts every instant
as our emotions continue to hold us from feeling distant.

constant consonate

We should learn to speak

ONLY

when we say promises we intend to keep.

It's our actions, I find amusin'

but our personalities,

I find a
muse in.

Im a creature aching for adventure;

you hold the heart my soul sent for.

You were wrong saying I could find more.

Let's find the love we used to send forth.

We wear our similarities

in every practicality.

It's as if you were created

just the opposite of me.

It's wild how the secrets of my mind

hide themselves underneath my smile;

yet one look from you

and they delicately unravel;

and into our breath they travel.

But as I collapse into our curves,

you touch my feelings in my nerves,

taste the boundaries we no longer observe;

as we create intensity we both deserve.

My body unwinds and it finds where it fits into your mind.

It's as if

your body,

sensitive and responding,

heard

my every unsaid

word.

You could listen for fidelity

if you would only let me.

*****

Honesty breeds purity

but it takes more than words

to lead you to believe.

*****

It's *YOUR* dreams *I* often see
and
*YOUR* arms that long to hold *ME*.

<3

flying by.

~simple syllables~
skip from your lips
your innocent, your gullible;
~a perfect little girl~

***
the world;
it whirls around,
tapping into
unforgettable sound,
it's all for you,
it's all for the smiles life can bring out in you.
make your every move
a moment

then sit back and
GLOW IN IT.
the years,

they change you,
try to overtake you.
the past tries
to remain present
and
you can't help
but to be tempted.

it's time for you to
miss,
reminisce,
and re-live.

One stumble
doesn't determine
your whole trip.

Time,
"it flies",
but the point is to
FEEL IT'S RIDE.
enjoy the way
love, life,
and time
tilts, dips, and glides

into the ocean of the sky.

We try to keep track of it as if we have some innate right.

Yet
Time is a figment of the imagination
we made up a long time ago
to ease Nature's journey and formation.

We lost sight of natural sensation,
equivocal vibrations
open to a human's instinctive interpretations.

So when time seems to

begin to disappear

you wish and pray
what you love and crave
remains forever near.
Interest ignites in inquiry,
searching your life, you roam,
"did I travel the road that will bring me home?"

Have my dreams
awakened and instead
become known?

Do I have to search
for a new place to dance
or

Am I in undisputable balance?.

There are colors in between innocence and sin.
Will we ever end what has began?

Your art; it brings me to life
as your eyes remind me of what's within my mind.
These words; their models of melody
that can't be sung without your soul.

I am your canvas.
Tatoo my image with your intentions;
maybe we'll provide the world with a few lessons.
The sun sets in my skin;
re-birth is golden
and only comes with significance.

My love is cascading
as your hands continue shaping
my features, my hair,
gentle caress of my eyelids;
into OUR soul, I stare.

The kindest scenes,
remain,
replaying themselves
inside my dreams.

Memory lives behind our closed eyelids
and as they lift,
they let remembrance flow.
Remembrance becomes
delicate, swift sustenance.
A source to make worth of all those storms.

Life, it flows,
gentle as the waters,
gentle as Winter's soft snows.

I long for you to embrace
what you've tried to let go.

You have the love long ago I chose;
this is all my mind continues to know.
As life, it continues to flow...

best friends is just another word
that becomes a silent cover.
i need you til i can find another
constancy that becomes my permanency;
we change within each instance.

this relation can only bring us so close
while we long for the companionships
that bring us to our ultimate goal;
we find the other half of our soul?
As if that makes any sense at all.

We cant be whole til we find our one and only?
But its our Selves that play the sole role
in whether or not we are in the midst of company.

Now, i see the pictures and i wonder
"where have you been?"
how did you enter my life,
leave,
Will you ever come again?
How did we find ourselves in the state that we are in.

I'm losing patience
as i cant see the point
in playing their games
if it means
i keep getting stripped
of every win i gain.

Were you staging your personality this entire time?
Or are you putting on an act now,
cause I don't know if I can tell anymore,
now that you don't even know which self you have to find.

whose hardships weigh more
is that a thought we even deserve to wonder?
man made hells
or hells we are born into;
hells that, under technicality, can't be helped.

i wish i didn't have to wake up
still expecting you to be here;
it's hard when most days
you're still no farther than near...

You should start to remember your disguises;
remember all those places you used to hide in?

Fantasy and Reality?
Which to write about when the truth is at stake...

You bring the tone,
I color it with definition.
I always knew you were
so much more than just temptation.

As your fingers touch the chords,
you speak the words
your heart just never could pour.

I could leap out of these sounds
pretend we're within each other's bounds.

*"love is my religion"

Is love embedded in your blood?
A blush of your cheeks and
my heart tends to create
the image I await.

My hands, they run throughout your hair
your body responds, fully aware;
it's missed the way I can't help but care
when for so long I never doubted if you would be there.

Touch, whispers, glances.
Your eyes are coming out to play;
you've found a way to let your heart say
the words your mind tries to push away;

Words, untraceable.
Your actions, indescribable.

I understand,
even in absence,
how much you want me to stay.

We never belong to each other
but, over and over,
the moments are destined to call us together.
They show us we fit aside one another;
like a puzzle,
until our colors collide,
and we're ours, not mine,
completing each other over and over.

I feel like Summer was yesterday,
and if I give into these smiles you sway my way,
the dreams you make me taste,
noticing love is only temporarily misplaced.
I'll feel Spring's wonders in my hair
and the Winter will pass with warmth in the air...


*Ziggy Marley, listen to it.

D on't R emember (yo) U r dis G uise S

Another soul, another soul
that never got the chance to grow.

When will we learn,
when will we KNOW
what we see
as fun,
as an escape,
to ease,
forget,
or erase
the pain;
we try to maximize the pleasure
though it only lasts for so many hours;
IT'S JUST NOT THE ANSWER.

We place a ticking bomb into our bodies,
detonate it,
and then

expect it not to explode.
All the while,
we willingly put our own minds into a mental confinery.
That's not the way

our minds are supposed to be FREE.

And I wonder:
just how much of my own brain and life have I severed?
Just how much of yours
DO YOU STILL NEED TO??
in order to give your life a thrill

that you can measure.

Will we,
CAN WE,
EVER set aside the INSANE
and let LIFE,
INSTEAD OF STRIFE,
flow through our veins for a change?
Will we ever get through the pain enough to realize
*LIFE IS A GAIN

INSTEAD OF A GAME?*
Or has the world completely lost its aim?
The events keep happening
and although

we claim

we're screaming
"CHANGE",
we walk around,

everyday,

JUST THE SAME.

It's not "the thought that counts"
if you never

***follow through with what you set out to do.***
And when you ACTUALLY TRY
you might BE SURPRISED
that your mind wasn't just speaking another lie.

Memories,
HONEST LIVING,
will melt like snow when we refuse to

let go of our

addictions, insecurities,
COMFORT ZONES WE WERE

DESTINED TO OUTGROW.
Learn to dwell and be alive in the natural beauty of life's show.
Grow, growing, growth

only comes from

learning and then letting go.

Let go before it let's you go;
Winter never glows forever
because Spring comes to melt her snow;
she knows

there is a time for
LETTING GO
and a time for
LETTING LIFE GROW:

"There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to BE BORN and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to TEAR DOWN and a time TO BUILD,
a time to WEEP and a time to LAUGH,
a time to MOURN and a time to DANCE,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to EMBRACE and a time to REFRAIN,
a time to SEARCH and a time to GIVE UP,
a time to KEEP and a time to THROW AWAY,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
A TIME TO LOVE & A TIME TO HATE,
A TIME FOR WAR & A TIME FOR PEACE."

(Ecclesiastes 3:1-8)

It's not recreation if it's a daily obsession;
you don't have a hold of it if you still long to do it;
there's no stopping if it's all ready once overpowered.

Doing it once drains into doing it now and tomorrow;

then you realize you're doing it forever.

The answer has to be NEVER.

Does it matter if it's a stranger?
Your own mother
your own father,
a brother, sister
a lover,
a friend
or a follower?
It's still a life that went unlived.
It's still a person that

had every potential to give.
We attach meanings to one another
because we play significant roles
created by the labels we perform.
But your life is just as

valuable as the next person's.
And just because it wasn't
YOUR friend,
father,
sister,
lover,
or brother,
doesn't mean it wasn't SOMEONE'S
and

doesn't mean it COULDN'T HAVE BEEN...

There must be a time for being foolish
but only if you learn that,
in time,
you have to become clever...

I want to know you
and
I want to know you BEFORE
you have the opportunity

to let something unnatural

change the real, natural you.
I believe in you as you should believe in your own true Self, too.
Never let that innocent childlike self go
for the "thrills" you MIGHT find in this world.
It's not worth it;
nothing is worth more than your soul or your Self.




R.I.P.
Steve Salvador.
Kevin Campbell.
the friends that STILL choose to walk that path.
and all the strangers I never even got to know
who never even got to know their true selves
without the drugs this world created to sell.

Our souls are worth more than materialistic money you stick into your bank accounts.
Our lives are priceless,
PRECIOUS
and people should
see,
understand,
and EMBRACE that before it's too late.

is there something being born?

~~~~~

i feel EvErY inch of my skin;

without sin,

ELECTRIFIED:

this time i am wise.

~~~~~

interpretations make relations

different degrees of divine.

~~~~~

do YOU devour divinity?

OR

reminisce in the ways it exists.

~~~~~

~~~~~

i recognize it's a simple sensation

i crave;

an appreciation;

i await.

~~~~~

******

Reciprocal,

emotional,

logical.

Embrace & create.

******

~~*~~

the sensation everyone needs

but are too afraid to name.

~~*~~

~~~~~

simplicity

in every way it has

complexities.

but inability?

is utterly lost on me.

~~~~~

~~~~~

let your eyes

find

four letters,

a script of your fingers,

a word

your heart often denys

in order to set it more easily aside.

~~~~~

*~*~*~*

life can only live

if there is lovin'.

*~*~*~*

~~~~~

So tell me,

do you long to live?

because

you can't release a feeling that was born free;

it's only yours to GIVE.

~~~~~

Remember the Future.

I write so that I can remember;

so that I can ignite a summer ember
in the frozen snow of December.

I write so I can erupt

the thoughts that don't disrupt

until my creativity comes to corrupt.

Using words to
move you,
trouble you,
inspire you;
I don't care as long as SOMETHING reaches you.

If you think my words shoot right at you;
RETRACT.
Take some steps back.
Slip into your subconscious,
let your insecurities FLOW
& then
LET GO.

Everyone

I've ever met

can find a piece of themselves

in the letters and words that

I've built.

They're not aimed at
one single person or a single action.
They're more encompassing of a broader audience;
arrows aimed at Every One's
actions or inactions,
hypocritical tendencies
and
misconceptions.

Mistakes within our pasts,
potential mistakes that wait for
US.
These words are within me
as much as they are within you
but we have no choice,
we have to speculate
before we have to pull through.

So trace these words and let them
hurt,
heal,
help.
Justify them with recognition
and change what you hoped was intuition.

Wishes won't come true from the simple act of wishing.

You should

always be listening

to the reasoning

your mind tries to blind your ears

from hearing.

(for once, believe it)

You can always switch what your wishing for;

make it a request

the rest of the world

just can't

ignore...

Nor can reflection just be stolen
because it's SHOWING
the opposite of growing.

These words are graffiti

and screaming an entreaty.

When all is said and all is done,

they'll build a tapestry

towards collective progression.

nonchalant

I'm leaving what has been left.

Make sure you find your Self inside your soul,
your wisdom is rehearsed, not known.

steps

You can't use love interchangeably

for a craving satisfied consciously.

~*~*~

*~*~*

The meanings of words won't

surface just because we say them.

We have to SING them & MEAN THEM

like our life is a happening hymn.

Actions make statements seem dim

as someone keeps track of our sin.

first encounters

i wish i could meet you for the first time,

infinitely over.

lock us into those features of forever

feeling as if

we just received the key to that treasure.

our faults,

nonexistant,

mistakes we'd never have to measure.

*****

life is always

RIGHT

inside a dream

because we

were as perfect as i see...

*****

paint my perceptions

into initial innocence again

naive,

in the beginning,

is your very best-friend.

~~*~~

"you're unreal and ideal"

and I'd mean it

like

it never left me...

~~*~~

the world, together.

I exhale your inhale

as we feel love prevail.

If I wrote a storybook,

would you be my main hook?

Tug on the hearts of all the readers

and turn them into inspiring speakers.

Your character is precisely my literature.

If I could craft a concert,

would you be my center stage?

To draw the crowd

&

make them dance out loud.

If I take a ride into the sky,

will you stay by my side?

Absorb the air,

collapse on clouds,

as we watch the world spin on by.

If I want to BE,

will you help me to make new discoveries?

We can uncover everyone's hopes and wants

sneak through the night & by dawn

we'll drop dreams on EVERY person's front lawn.

If I grew a family of flowers,

would you be the one to rain down with showers?

I give them opportunity

but you provide their powers.

If I controlled the seasons,

would you emerge to

give each one a specific reason.

Winter, spring, summer, fall.

Life is bound to make a photo shoot of them all.

*Leon Botha (the first three pictures came from this fantastic artist)

*the other ones came from someone named craig, i think...

*this poem may or may not be done. enjoy anyway =)

*find the secret inner poem

gold

The moments which were stolen

remain the most golden.

Our childhood -
we'll never get it back
no matter how much we want to begin again from innocense.
Our parents made it or ultimately shattered it;
taking the time that was meant for our growth
and instead showing us a world we would rather loathe.

Her heart haunts her.

I wish I had the words to teach her

LOVE KNOWS NO DEPARTURE.

How can a certain physicality
be so far from attaching to emotionality?
My head, too, still battles that rationality
so there's not much I can do to save you.
But you ran from the one that would stay true
and forgiveness is a path I just cannot walk through.

Love and all of its masks
stumble on in
making us forget any progress we can or have made.
It's a scene of tragedy but tricks you with an illusion of prosperity.
"I'll take you to the highest revelation of yourself you may ever get
but,
if I end,
I'll show you a damnation that takes you lower than where you were before we began."
Your revealed a brand new you,
you love every level life has to take you through
but when it tries to escape
it leaves you jaded.
The individual you originally knew has faded
and, without love,
can this brand new you pull through?
Maybe we're just chasing an image
but when should we limit the risks our heart feels like taking?
Golden moments toss around a ball of mistakes
and before you know it,
our heart and head catch up with each other much too late.

Logic or emotion;
which should we trust if their both within us?
Is it that we cannot
or are we too afraid
to logically walk through the avenue of our emotions
because if you let those emotions slide off your lips;
THEIR REAL.
But even without the words,
your soul illuminates your feelings and reveals them through your eyes.

If you look deep enough you can read them their own mind.

Not bringing something to life makes it easier to dismiss.
"I never really felt anything. No, nothing at all."
Leave the words unsaid and no one will know
its love that you really miss.