shh;

shh
just, just
stop.
you're getting ahead of yourself
like you always did.

your racing thoughts
halt them
and just pause.
listen with your heart
and not with your mind.

always worried
ulcers sure to abound
lower the cortisol
calm it down.

take it slowly, slowly, slowly
it's not a race to the finish line
slow and easy does it
and from there your treasure you will find.

it's over again;

it's over again
you say it isn't true
but still can you deny
even after what you've been through

don't waste your breath
just turn your body away
keep on walking
don't look back another day

stop, wipe away your tears
dry off your wet cheeks
stop the faucet of pain
close it up, don't let it leak

the sun has come out again
your constant waking star
it will always find you
no matter where you are

start again;

start again from the beginning
where were the origins
where did it birth?

you're chattering away
but put on the brakes
slow down, slow down
don't get caught in the moment
remember your place.

hold you thoughts
and hold your breaths
think about it, think about it
do you really understand
do you really?

hanging from the ceiling;

hanging from the ceiling upside down
looking at the world
from another round
different perspectives
i think i can see from your eyes now.

hard to work out the calculations
the math so confusing, jumbled
scrambled eggs
and talking french to me.

you tell me all these things
can i ever trust you
do your words ring with truth
or are they polluted with lies.

it's hard to make decisions
choices abound
what will be found
can i make it right
or will it all be for naught?

secrets and dreams;

sometimes you pluck at the strings of your guitar
singing a nonexistent song in your native tongue
of nonsense words and phrased out lore
of stories weaved in through time.

and step by step you take the walk
from end to end the trip you embark
to contemplate and wonder in your little mind
searching for the thing you cannot find.

whisper to the wind of all your secrets
dance to the rhythm of your heart
whisper to the sea of all your dreams
dance to the beat of your hopes.

travel to the other side of the world
open up your mind, find in everything a pearl
a treasure that you cannot deny
a treasure that you must fortify.

wonder what the world would be like
if this and that and what ifs and could be
of everything that we wish we could predict
but guess we must leave it up to destiny.

tell me of the days that you were young
tell me of the years that you treasured for so, so long
tell me of all the things you never did do
tell me
tell me
tell me

whisper to the wind of all your secrets
dance to the rhythm of your heart
whisper to the sea of all your dreams
dance to the beat of your hopes.

of your hopes, of your heart
all your secrets, all your dreams.

buzz, buzz, buzz;

buzz, buzz, buzz
a deadly attraction
the luminescent glow
so bright and joyful
such trickery
manipulative to meet its needs

curiosity killed the cat
so they say
unknowingly speaking the truth
for those who are helpless and naive

the luring of the innocent
impending destruction of purity
cruel and arrogantly aggressive
self-centered and merciless
the only way to survive
but taking pleasure of every moment

so long ago;

staring at the pictures
the memories from so long ago
colors are faded
but the joy still remains
embedded in photos forever.

outdated, but still precious
fashion from a lifetime ago
completely laughable now
but of course it will be the same
ten years from now.

so many years ago
and yet seems like yesterday
still remembering the taking of the photos
the laughter and happiness
that radiates from our grinning cheeks.

so precious, so dear
so much to love
forever treasured.

asleep and sucking her thumb;

asleep and sucking her thumb
poor little child
far too small for the bed
so large in comparison
despite brightly colored blankets.

tubes and wires abound
attached here and there
little machines that make sounds
somewhat oddly comforting.

this shouldn't happen
it is surreal and unnatural
it goes against nature.

but all we can do is hope
and pray, and wish fervently
for the end of such strife.

so much;

so much to learn
so much to do
cramming it all in
filling it to the brim
when will it overflow?

page after page
word after word
it never seems to end
and it is only the beginning.

is it over yet
when will it disappear?
is it time to close it
when will it be goodbye?

daydreaming it away;

daydreaming it away
lost, gone, fallen
from the high branch from she sat
blissfully aware
of reality.

little world, alone
planting flowers
and singing songs
like a cloud in july
content in solitude.

caress of breezes
that dance playfully among the trees
sending autumn leaves rustling
swirling
to the ground they gently land.

crunch, crunch
a musical symphony of crackles
feet treading the earth and fallen branches
as she wanders in her reverie.

butterfly;

butter
flutter flutter
fly

colorful wings
brightening the sky

flapping happily
this way and that

in the moment
forever to last.

it is time to wake up;

waking up before the dawn
the early morning rising
kissing the world with sunlight
a gentle caress to awaken
sleepy inhabitants.

darkness running away
fleeing for sanctuary
to the other side of the world.
morning floods every crevice
a battle it quickly triumphs.

the groggy remnants of sleep
slowly seeping from pillowed heads
dissipating into nothing.

crinkled eyes from bright light
giant yawns and stretched out arms
bodily stretch more than their height
it is time to wake up
it is time to wake up.

the music calms and soothes;

the music calms and soothes the wounds
notes treading softly over burnt flesh
singing a little melody to heal
like phoenix tears
whispering sweet nothings.

a sleepy swaying in the song
overcoming senses, numbing and warm
nestled in embrace
a lullaby of gentle waves.

the pool of problems dissipates
evaporating into darkness
giving back the light it took
as the music finally begins to peak.

dear me;

dear me
buckle up and get ready
prepare for take off
at the count of three.

it's time, it's time
to shift between the lines
to find the rhymes of my life
new ones are needed now.

stand up straight and confident
quell the quaking and the shaking
pull my own weight to set
it's time to move forward
no matter how bent out of shape.

it's done, it's over;

it's done, it's over
it's begun again.

it's started once more
a repetitive state
never-ending it seems.

exhausted beyond belief
whacked out senses
trying to get back
into the groove
that it was once so used to.

such a hiatus is never so good
ridiculously impossible to recover.

can't we just live in blissful ignorance?

thunder, thunder;

thunder, thunder
rolling in the distance
a symphony of crashes
growing closer with every sound.

it rumbles and gently roars
soothing to the mind and soul
a personal lullaby
that lulls one to the dream world.

a calming caress
that brings upon a sense of peace.

old, wrinkled, and wise

old, wrinkled, and wise
seemingly grandfatherly in many ways
but behind those half-mooned spectacles
lay a warrior
a mastermind at battle tactics.

however caring and gentle he may appear
he was a ruthless commander in the face of war
sacrificing many, people and beliefs
for the sake of the greater good.

but in the end
was he really that much different?
or was he exactly the same?

silly little girl

silly little girl
nose forever stuck in books
a seemingly permanent smudge of ink
etched on the apple of her cheek.

despite the resident bookworm status
she was aware of far more important things.

love.

for her parents, her friends, and her belief.
time and time again she endured the hatefulness
of bigots believing her to be nothing better
than dirt.

an abomination to a select few
a hero to some
but the world to everyone else.

scared, no, terrified;

scared, no, terrified
of what was to come
feeling so alone
yet surrounded by many
enveloped in an atmosphere of love.

destiny's plans already set out
he, merely a pawn in the game of the gods
gods who laughed at him to their own entertainment.

but of course
the gods were not as merciless
as victory became his
and finally his life his own.

so clumsy and lanky;

so clumsy and lanky
with a shock of red hair and scattered freckles
a crooked grin
but the eyes, oh the eyes
filled with life, joy
so alive.

fierce loyalty that cannot be surpassed
and though the mouth cannot hold back what the mind screams
the heart is the most important part
bleeding courage and righteousness
as it always was supposed to.

secret memory;

who left you there alone
weak and broken, bloodied and tattered
your mind invaded and your will manipulated

forced of course.

what did they find in your little mind
so repulsive for you to pay the crime
of tortures that they committed

the ones you once trusted.

and now, after all is done and over
when you are once again your own
was it worth it?
that secret memory you held so dear.

they betrayed and tore you apart.

trying to find that perfect escape;

trying to find that perfect escape
to shut out the word and its cruelties
and to relish in complete silence
that only solitude can offer.

chaos interferes with even a nominal existence
the burdens weighing down like heavy bricks
threatening to crush the shoulders
of the unfortunate person keeping them up.

closing the eyes and shutting the ears
can only go so far
before that barrier is broken
and everything comes crashing in.

alice, alice...;

alice, alice...
...run, run
fall through the rabbit hole
to a place where dreams come alive
and fantasy becomes reality.
don't look back, just keep on walking
and let imagination take flight.

morning;

the fresh aroma of coffee brewing
on a crisp fall morning
with a cool, almost chilling breeze
awakening the scenes for a new day.

the conflict between a hot cup
and the cold outside air
stirs up rapidly with a spoon
warmth and comfort becoming
the obvious victor within the body.

the sun will barely tip the peaks of the mountains
peeking almost shyly at the the world below
chasing away the moonlit skies
to bravely shine with all its might.

the dark, black sky will fade to grey
and slowly, gently tint the sky deep blue and pink
gracing the world with a beautiful scene
which only few can truly appreciate.

and it is within these mornings that one can contemplate
where one can find inner peace as the world awakes
to start off fresh before the new day
and it live it out the very fullest.

the time draws nearer;

the time draws nearer
when heaven and hell prepare for battle
to bring their forces to the middle
and fight in the name of good and evil.

will angels and demons only grace the field
or will humanity have to partake
in ethereal warfare
and hope to come out alive in the end?

what sort of magic will be brewing
as compatible as fire and ice
to concoct a thunderous storm
lightening illuminating
the war of ages?

maybe it will never cease to be planned
maybe the world will be left alone
to its own dangerous devices.
perhaps our ethereal beings will lay to rest
to let us live in peace
even if we must succumb to our sins.

the summer is dying;

the summer is dying
and we're going to have to face the music
to walk down the isle with many eyes
only to have our worst dreams realized.

unlike what others sing
our parallel thoughts eventually merging
to one focal point
of simply stopping time
to live in the moment.

but as all good things must come to an end
so does the summer we relish in
allowing the sun to swell
and eventually burst
our unconstricted freedom.

schedules and books and coffee
will once again don the breaking of the day
fresh, and new to start
but still unwilling to wake up
from the comforts of our lazy bed.