Sometimes you just need to kick back and appreciate life:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrMmr1oMPGA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wIGJ1lekcMg

Haven't said anything in a while so this is mainly me talking to myself. College was fun unspoken. Now we go back to what was once the world. Close your eyes and dream of tonight yesterday and tomorrow.

Peace and much love

We wondered

Don’t stray from the path

Wise words from an old man

To a child who had spent his entire youth on

The rocks

Like we like our seaside salt water drinks

His faith sinks

She emptied the sand out

His socks

Ran his hands through

Her sundress’ silhouette

And felt nothing but a chain

With many locks

Defeated by nothing

But her shadow

His mind began to wonder

If they fit in different blocks

Forgive my thought's running (inspired by but not really about a girl, read between the lines!)

Sunshine second

Missed by a minute or a mile

Believed by a beggar in denial

He heated it in the hour forthcoming

The moments they should have spent running

He assumed her his analeptic addiction

She blossomed beyond his outstretched reach

He did not understand unwilling to usurp

So he sat by signaling the stronger stallions

Land I’ve lost one day I will come home.

not just an iris

Bright eyed girl with rocks in her hands

She refuses to understand

She said she feels no trouble besides the water in the sands

She said she has no complacency, no subscription to any brand

But the rocks told another story

They felt the grip of her palms and fingers

If these rocks could speak they would tell a story of loss and false victory

A story lost in the ears of cold male strangers

It would never be heard

She never uttered a word

In Her Teacup

Soaking in her glory

My will and ways diffuse

Bit by bit

I can’t feel myself without

Feeling her

I am being diluted

Bit by bit

The world has be reduced

To matters held in the water

Influenced by the scent and descent

Of the leaves

The world can take us in

Bit by bit

Helen of Home

They say I am sheltered and weak

Because I seek serenity in succumbing

Becoming seconds of seemingly meaningless

Seduction

My philosophy of physical finesse and philanthropy

Is flawed and pretends to photosynthesize freedom

And respire joy but is not truly alive

Just a fragment

A memory, memorial and memento

Of a time which mirrors’ seemed to smile

Till merciless momentum turned

And moments turned to mercury

Long forgotten to the eye

Never to the heart

They saw nothing of it

They felt fractions

Like ripples of the aftershock

Of the earthquake that shaped our worlds

Separate

But matching

I just bide time

Till the rocks under my feet follow

The will that flows in your floral thoughts

And my heart’s functions

Such a dream is love

And until truth I bide my time

2 Poems I just wrote

The muppets are on probation for a misadventure which ended very badly and I am not willing to write about yet so instead I am going to share 2 poems I just wrote.

Vulnerable

I’m frail now

weak

sick and fatigued

push me and I will fall

I am close to the ground so now I crawl

I hear the sirens

You said everything will be fine

You entered my invisible house of glass

with a bag full of rocks

and my dreams lining your socks

I’m taking deep breaths

and my heart is beating fast

Thank you

I can feel again

Remember me

Jill sits on a rock

listening to a shell

that she found on the beach

It is no sea

just a beautiful memory

Jack looks at a statue

that he modeled after his brother

it is no person

just tragic history

I look at a picture of us

That we took in the sunrise

it is not past yet

but we will be