The basis for your style should free

the world you want to see

and the person you aim to be.

And I have found it so hard to ever agree

with a human who hates their own humanity.

I refuse to see a world that only sickens me,

so I am free to say

you are the person I would hate to be.

Hate to be.

Yes, we disagree, we debate, we make arguments
for the side we are fighting for
but, how often, in the end does anyone defend their side
with less passion than they had before?

weave into me;
can't you see
inspiration is free?

it sets your life
on fire
to the millionth degree,
x ^ 1,000,000.

say, you agree;
because in your eyes,
it's all i see.

You would notice the cracks on the wall
instead of the love we created to walk tall.

But I aim to gaze at the infinite
and focus solely on the things that stay indefinite.

Now my passion creates such a tapestry
and I wake up next to someone who matches me.

You have built such outstanding towers;
tell me, where did they go?...
...all your finest hours?

I rediscovered today;
I not only love you for all the ways
we still feel new
but for all the ways
I have grown so accustomed to you.
<3

Just know,
the minute you put your faith into something or someone
is also the moment you open the threshold for disappointment;
Prepare yourself for both
but eternally hope for only one.

Letting go is only recognition it's not fair on yourself
to wait on either outcome any longer;
it is not a relinquishment of belief
nor is it an inability to imagine any longer.

"You may say I'm a dreamer
but I'm not the only one.
I hope some day you'll join us..."

I would state the remarkable person that made the above comment that is in quotation marks but if you don't know who said that quote at this point in your life then I don't know what the hell you've been doing with your life thus far. =P (I put that little face symbol but seriously, I'm serious about that).

Just know, the minute you put your faith into someone or something is also the moment you open the threshold for disappointment; prepare yourself for both but eternally hope for only one.

Letting go is only recognition it's not fair on yourself to wait on either outcome any longer; it is not a relinquishment of believing nor is it an inability to imagine any longer.

"You may say I'm a dreamer but I'm not the only one. I hope some day you'll join us."

I would state the remarkable person that made the above comment that is in quotation marks but if you don't know who said that quote at this point in your life then I don't know what the hell you've been doing with your life thus far. =P (I put that little face symbol but seriously, I'm serious about that).

For the story I never finished last Spring into Summer...

...Perhaps if Spring ever rears her lovely head, I might be motivated to finish that short story but until then -

Like a school girl with a crush,
she'd admire the way he refused coffee,
and chose hot chocolate instead.
Not simply because it matched her preference
but because he was acknowledging and
LISTENING to his inner child.

Sugar, instead of caffeine, was what he required.
Often, he reminded her of why she was who he desired;
"Sweet enough to ignite my daily life
and pure stimulant enough
that no other needs to be acquired".

She'd simply smile,
and think quietly to herself,
"Soul-mates encompass the land of lovers."

She stopped thinking twice about
his intention for compliments
a long time ago.

She Knew Better Now
to just sit back
and absorb the temptation of his voice.

It was that long ago
he taught her how to indulge fully and properly
in his edible delicacies of description;
"A real cook wants you to appreciate his art,
not his kitchen nor the preparation."

More simply put,
his compliments quickly became
the marshmallows in the cocoa that was her life.

And so he believed,
she had stripped herself bare
but what remained was her striking stare,
which made him falter in his thoughts,
"Do I remember you from somewhere,
from an icy facade Some wear?"

There is a significance
to everyday existence
if you let your ears listen.

Sometimes my passion comes
like a waterfall you can't a hold back,
like laughter that just has to be had.


(Photo - My niece Alex <3)

simplicity only requires that you try

Little girl, you can not be replicated.

Bask in your bewildering beauty.
Sign the testimony to your own significance
and life becomes anything but a hindrance.


If you value your innate tendency
to be a perfect design
you won't be silly & ever let
anyone jeopardize your shine.


Young girls can be.
Such defiant creatures.
but always make sure its truth
blasting through your speakers.


"Oh, gorgeous lady,
you're way too pretty to be sad
and utterly too in love with life
than to be anything but glad."

Memory is a tricky little lady
and sometimes
I encourage her to chase me.

it's about damn time

Have you ever lived off the grid;
where seasons forget their place?
You don't plant your feet on the ground;
you perpetually groove through outer space?

Where love makes you forget time
and makes your body a poet
as you match it to your lover's rhyme?

You never need to see signs
because you never forget to
open up your eyes?

Your trust takes a sip
and seamlessly
allows you to lose your grip?

You forever hold on
to the people you know
because each person only aims to
magnify each other's glow?

Life is never a show
because you enjoy it
as it passes oh so slow?

Live in a manifest
of everyone you've ever met
because mutual energy is
more than just a guest.

I like being able to write things that
manifests most everyone I've ever met.