I wonder why
when I look up to the sky
dark clouds roll by
and birds don’t fly, but die.

I wonder why
somewhere, where time flew by
the trees grew so high
up to the sky.
Now high in the sky
the ozone will die.

Spring brings the iris
budding from the sodden ground
life’s color at last

The hate that lived within
me, that inhabited my very core
Gone!

It has no home with me anymore
I’ve let it go
It no longer rules me

Bumping the van, our holey road twists
onto the dark side of each mountain,
drawing us into night and the nervousness
of a stranger at the wheel in an unfamiliar place.
The stars are swallowed, the moon gone
from the rough highway and jagged peaks.

I think more about my future
I can't understand my future
I see that future is very difficult 

Hallo there boy
You're just a child
Play on the fluffy cloud
In the air.
Think of nothing.

Until you fall
Fall a man
Live a man
Die a man

Whenever I' m alone I miss you
Wish I took that chance to kiss you
I feel shattered and alone
like a dog thats lost his bone 
Remembering your laughing eyes
my life is filled with quiet sighs
Seasons may come and seasons may go

Speak in your whispers, yet love me the same,
Wrap me in wings of comfort that tears can't absolve,
See through the struggles were new paths evolve,
your silence lies down beside me with only repetitive breath,
bask in the gentle touch of my fingers caress,

Left only is the echo of the water’s laugh
The birds’ little whispers still can be heard.
The moon isn’t full, it’s only half
Sun’s clear rays have been made fuzzy and blurred.
Melody misses Harmony-her friend
Nightime longs to hear the old barn owl’s hoo.

I. Blue chamber 
Take my hand, feel for flesh
beneath the glove, the mask
Catch the notes slipping through
the air (your fingers)
Dance until we die and await the
resurrection
Listen closely.
We will come alive again

Lead between my eyes,
it moves faster than you think.

I know it’s hard to tell from your point of view,
but it’s almost impossible for me to realize it even
happened in the first place

Don’t worry.

My head hits the pillow
It sinks in
I turn to the left
Then the right
Then back to facing the
ceiling
I close my eyes
Bad things creep around in
my mind
They pop open
I stare at that chair
I glance at my desk

What is the point of pep rallies? Is anyone actually, genuinely enthusiastic? I find it much easier to believe that, seeing as we’re teenagers, we’re all just faking it, in an ironic sort of way.

***

Walking down
The hall of my high school,
The stares,
Judging,
The whispers,
Telling lies of the truth,
Tears cause by,
Always and forever,
Gone,
Hurt by you,
Love turning to hate,
The drama,
Coming alive,

They say he could see a full mile on the horizon.
They say that he could smell the seas from the plain.
I’ve heard he could dance to the rhythm of a heartbeat,
And visualize true beauty in the rain.

Rain floods the trenches on a cold darkened night,
And the battle drags on. How long must they fight?
Rats grow fat as they feast on the dead.
The constant shell impacts get to the head.
You keep your bayonet close, and your eye on no-man’s-land,

Never wanted to be proven wrong
Even when trapped in a corner
Heart thumping;
Knee's quivering;
Lip's trembling;
As my mind races to cover up yet another

What started out as one little innocent white lie
Has splintered out into uncountable amounts

There is so much beneath the surface
of what we are being told,
like cream rising to the top of milk,
like layers in the ocean,
like light filtering in only through the top.
The rest is inky darkness,
so much life and truth swirling beneath the surface.

Here Is The Son
that shines through
the
cold
dark
clouds
that herald
a coming storm,
a storm in
the heart
the mind
the soul.
When you feel
alone
forgotten,
the Son rises
to show you
the

Memories, oh memories those fine grains of sand
Escape between your fingers to the beating of the band
Murmuring in harmony upon a demure heart
Oh what a lovely pas de deux in which we find our part
Rows of fleeting smiles and a million bluebird skies

A star, bright, sky’s diamond
Yellow, blue, white, green
A shinier object
Mine eyes have not seen

I have not been told
Of a more unique thing
Not light itself, music,
A crystal, a ring

A warm soft breeze blows
The sun descends from the sky.
The scene is peaceful.

You gaze upon it,
And know the sun will return,
Soon in the morning.

That thought makes you glad,
As you walk back to your home
From the grassy hill.

Is it the one place you can go?
the one place you can trust
those who are there
no matter where you are
or where you are going?

Is a home where you are always found
and lost to lose yourself in old memories?

I sit under the willow tree
waiting for the approaching storm.
And it comes with a
gust of wind.
I sit under the willow tree
Watching the storm
Destroy everything it can.
It blows over the trees
And breaks the base of
Our house.

Tonight I let my shadow wind around my ankles
Soft fingers pulling me down as I succumb to myself.
I look inside to find a growing grasping black.
You should have risen by now, your cadence the only light
In my inner endless tribute to things worse than death,

I believe.
That everything means something,
and one thing can mean everything.
I believe.
That every little mockingbird
deserves a chance to sing.

The Universe
A place made of solar systems, stars, and planets.
To me,
Is just a fading reality.
A dream someone dreamed last night.
A dying star of happiness that is my heart.
A town of my dreams,
By the sea,
That a tidal wave hit,

The pencil soars across the black page
painting imagination, uniqueness
illuminating places concealed in the corner of your mind
bringing eccentric beasts into the fabric of reality
blustering winds rush over once serene, quiet glades
rainbows tango in the sky

most pristine nuisance
gorgeous agony

straddling the retired cannon
thumping your
lace tied
ankles
against it, silent pinching of my waist

your limbs of every bit
are a pressure on the body.

came to me
in a dream;
tis’ I believe
dreams do
indeed...
come
true