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.

time lines

When we were born,

we had no innate ideas toward

the tendencies of the world.

With each day we spent in infancy,

we gained suspicions or

we gained security.

Progression colored our every lessons.

Our self-concept, self-awareness

was either destroyed or re-inforced.

Infants are so impressionable and

not many people turn around

TO TEACH THEM

how incredible

THEY CAN MAKE THEIR WORLD.

Time takes over and steals their innocence;

the world introduces the concept of evil

as quickly as it can.

?

Will a child know THEY HAVE A CHOICE

OF GOODNESS

if all they're shown is DEGRADATION?

?

We become children, regardless,

free to roam our
imagination as it creates exploration.

We learn that WE ARE OUR OWN.

We are separate entities from our parents

no matter how much we are them and they are us.

The days progress,

more or less,

without us even noticing them.

Before we understand the concept of time,

it has overtaken us.

Propelled us into adolescence.

These years,

we watch our every move BUT

speculate more

about other people's.

Do we know where

the outsider's identity ends

and ours begins?

Impress & digress

from the people we dreamt we would be

or

express & progress

our individualized identities?

Unlike your childhood,

you recognize

each and every day

as a blessing or as distressing.

These days;

each one pushes you a little bit older

pushes you one step closer to your future.

You hesistate because

you are afraid.

Can you cut the ties to the minds

that helped mold you this entire time?

Or should you stay,

lean on their support for as many more days?

****
One day or many days,

if your eyes are open to them

you see divine miracles,

EPIPHANIES

and feelings of "full".

****

You can become content,

realize the future becomes

the past
and

nothing bad will completely last.

To worry, to have insecurities, to be afraid;

leave those characteristics with the trapped people of society;

they don't manifest inside of a deity who is free.

my arsenal =)

Oh their not judgements, their observations
of the words he's said;
he's only interested in you when lust and loneliness
have gone to his head.
And words ARE weapons,
an artist would know that.
(amongst so many other things depending on your judgment of them).
They should show you your own ridiculous actions:
preaching an
all mighty,
all encompassing,
purely high-minded
lively love
but instead
you act on impulse;
ready to subtract your clothes at his every beck and call
though he has no emotion for you at all.

Is that the "love" you're looking for?
"The sacred union between two humans"?
will never come from manipulation and abusing the usage of your own divine body.

Pushing what can be pure into the profane.

Using and being used; an extreme form of self-abuse.

And you never grew and together you're not growing either.
Stuck in an infantile state of confusing lust and hate,
mistake a fusion of bodies for the love you think he's hiding.
This team you think you make
would never be if he wasn't missing me.

And there's no anger,
these words I give are lessons.
Even if they're lessons that can't logically ever make it to those who are lonely;
because
they're not ready to listen.
They need more time on their own,
but only if they stop thinking about what it is they're missin'.

And these words are not laced with insecurity either.

The love we had was the love we made

and I thank a higher power for that past love

Every Day.

It's just troubling to see him put that life up for trade
just because I need to walk away.

He is not my possession as I am not his,

insecurity, jealousy, negativity

is laid to rest when you realize this.

He can live of his own free will,
he lives of his own free will.
He can do what he wants to do with his own body,
he does what he wants to do with his own body.
But I can reflect because he still shows me the person he is
behind the scenes;
his actual views of you and his actions he does not mean.

Yet I can understand how the truth can hurt a spoiled person who rarely has to hear it.
But you come here still
so that
you can SEE IT,
you can FEEL IT-
an accurate representation of the events at hand as they're actually happening.

Having someone who will always be honest with you is an intriguing feeling;
something you don't always get from the sugarcoated or lieing words of the "friends" you surround yourself with.

Sex is not love;

and it's the worst kind of way to satisfy the desire to have something more anyway.

Maybe I'm just trying to tell you how you'll regret it some day

or show you how he regrets it right away.

fascinating

why do people just crave sensual comfort?
or really, it's absolute confusion.
It's not really comforting
when you come out with
more mistakes,
actions you hate.

To feed your appetite with a snack that is so light.

To have another body next to you
NOT OUT OF WANT,
NOT OUT OF NEED,
NOT OUT OF BRINGING LOVE TO A PLACE WHERE IT SHOULD BE,
but out of replacement.
Switching the love you pushed away
for a girl with an obsession,
your like her drug,
her addiction.

Do you tell her you don't mean your actions?

Then again,
in the absence of self-respect,
she'll overlook the emotions that you lack.
She can always turn her fantasies into her fictional reality.
But, then, only in dreamland will simple melodies ever become symphonies.
She even absorbs the things you do
the things that make you, you
to turn around and use them to try and make an impression on you.

DESPERATION;
an avenue that leads to
replacing a lost feeling with any EASY counter medication.
You know it's not the same
but for just "eleven minutes"
(if it even lasts that long)
you might be able to forget the pain.

Isn't life insane?
How sometimes we let our actions just dig us deeper and deeper into agony?

"And it hurts a whole lot,

but it's missed when it's gone.

Call me a safe bet.

I'm betting I'm not.

I'm glad that you can forgive.

I'm only hoping as time goes, you can forget...

SO CALL IT QUITS OR GET A GRIP.

Say you wanted a solution?

You just wanted to be missed...

Spring keeps you ever close. You are second hand smoke.

You are so fragile and thin,

Standing trial for your sins.

Holding onto yourself the best you can.

You are the smell before rain. You are the blood in my veins."

-The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot, Brand New

autumn colors triumph

I cannot get over this symbolic interaction between

these feelings

&

nature's seasons.

Summer should have stabilized our individual growth.

Fall is fervently bringing about a death and rebirth.

~~~~*~~~~

It's time we listen;

become enchanted by the signs, sights, and sounds of this Earth.

She is your mother.

Remember . ?

~~~~*~~~~

A welcomed presence has peacefully settled itself within me.

No longer do I see through the eyes of the person I used to be.

A strong growth crashes into me with each desperate autumn breeze.

IT'S CALLING MY NAME

THE WIND SCRIPTS THIS SCENE.

The Future:

it's trying to reach me,

it's calming my Past's insecurities.

Walk with me.

Walk amongst these spiraling leaves leaving me with lessons to breathe.

Explore individuality and MAKE IT YOURS.

Break out of the confined compartments of societal standards.

Sacrifice NO ONE BUT YOURSELF in pursuit of fulfillment.

Allow your mind to UPLIFT the love, lives, and laughter of others.

CRY,
WHEN YOU DON'T NEED TO.
LOVE,
WHEN YOU DON'T HAVE TO.
SING,
WHEN ALL YOU WANT TO DO IS SPEAK.
Be ALIVE,
when everyone else is DYING of conformity.

Don't toss Love & Hate around like the majority does;

THEY ARE LIVING IN THEIR OWN HYPOCRISY.

"Actions speak louder than statements."

Don't portray yourself one way

just to turn around and be the opposite in reality;

being fake will only cause you to fumble

through life when

you should really dance on through it.

Start from a conclusion and write your story backwards.
Write yourself into a happy ending even if you're not living your fairy tale.

Nothing is ever PURE black or PURE white
without a struggle from the COLORS.

Let absolutism slip from your life-style because

someone else's right is going to wind up your wrong.

Approach discomfort with an air of un-relinquished free spirit.

Pull Heaven onto Earth and rejoice in selfless spirits.

The season has come for us to mean
every last action and statement
we put forth with our energy.

new thresholds

You can't photograph our feelings.

Our symphony can not be contained in your musical notes

nor our connection captured by letters and words.
It's INEXPLICABLE,

you make me comprehend,

YOU MAKE ME FEEL,

IT ALL.

Provoking the smiles

that had been lost in the trials;

innocence returns after escaping for a while.

ADVISED ASCENSION

led me to wanting

more and more

of your

ATTENTION.

You harbor such idealistic ideologies

focused on

nature's instinctive intentions.

My thoughts are

idle,

inviting,

OPEN.

Pour in your lessons.

-

Before the adult inside of me tries to

rationalize the rhymes rising.

But my heart would not allow

my mind to quiet the signs

I searched

and

saw I could see.

THE HEART ALWAYS ACCEPTS THE RISK

IN ORDER TO EXPLORE AND WIN AGAIN.

It offers up the child I have been

to imagine

the dreams resting under my skin.

*

Hand in hand,

we take baby steps in,

(fall off their edge),

and we're ready to begin.

*

From a mere glance

I was left entranced

as I noticed

feverish

ELECTRICAL IMPULSES

shooting,

coursing

their ways throughout my body;

outside and inside of me

touching a fraction of everything I could see

then gently flowing back

before we both left this side of life

for a moment's scene of an alternate reality.

BUT

WHEN WAS IT?

HOW was it?

that you even touched me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The lightest hold

made my Earth explode.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I can't tell you exactly what I'm experiencing.

You can't describe the things your mind might be seeing.

But I know it's NEW,

Genuine Attrations

always

release the TRUE.

I'm more than content being connected WITH you.

~*~

Sometimes we have a natural intuition.

This time I was just simply wishin'.

~*~

I can't even do what I want to do
for the rest of society
without making the choice
of letting them suffocate and kill my own identity.

the signs of sorry.

In some ways I can be just like you,
we don't know what were designed to do
but I ride on my heart and it brings me through.

All I ever strived to do was bring out the love I know is within you.
And every single time it was what I loved to do.
For you, and with you.

Reach inside and give a reason to every single one of your rhymes.
When you split your personality,
how can you expect me to know which one I'm supposed to believe?

Songs and reasons,
these feelings, they're seasons.

No matter how many times you seemed to have been changing your mind
I couldn't sit around and just take it every time.
Time is tricky but it's only a construct people make
so they can control,
so they can judge,
the outside world.

Being a victim and victimizing
is not a healthy way for any one to rationalize.

We own ourselves

but not the hearts and minds of anyone else.

Of course, we always wished we would have never had to go
but
friendship is hard when, together, you used to view such a grander show.