The Art of being Brave

Telling it was, this flash of happiness.
Like chocolate at the end of day...

Dark and tightness,
gloom and doom,
oranges and apples...

Looking out and seeing forest
and not just trees.
Stepping on the crack I have avoided for so long,
only to see the world not end?

And wondering if maybe this is,
yes this...
might be my future after all.

And suddenly.....

It moved me
the sound shocking as it was
sadness creeps in from outside
shared disasters
mutual pain
humility with shame

Just know that life is more then this one moment...

defining my day?

Still moving in sort of frozen backwardness.
(tell me it's not true)
Jumping over the sun, only to find its the moon.
I take the pills they tell me to take,
yet it still is Monday?
(tell me it's not true)
Promises, promises like bugs on the windshield...
Do this and do that.
"It is for your own good!"
(tell me it's not true)
I surrender to idleness and sleep in movement,
try to recapture what I already found.

See... It was true after all....

For Lose

There was a time, before the crossing.

When we loved without fear,

without pain...

Now we watch for lose.

We know it's coming.

We see it.

As sure as the sunrise.

As sure as the sunset...

Being At The Falls

Upon the mountains of fate I behold the wonders of time and the magic of the forces of nature. All this and more plays silently in the depths of my dreams. The words I write now are but an echo of the visions I had in times now past...

In darkened mist and icy waters I stood alone. The stream pierced both stone and heart on its escape to nowhere. The pull of gravity lead both water and I down the side of the canyon, this is friendship...

The law says, all things will change and I am not excluded. And in a shadowed waterfall the voice of God spoke. And spoke. And spoke again...

The trees and winds bear witness to all these events and answer in their own way. Who I was and who I am are no longer the same. Shaped, as I was, by forces out of my control...

I have become my own truth and begun my search for the seas and oceans of wisdom and grace. The hole, my truth poured through, stands as a monument to who I am and what I will become. And in the mist, alone, I changed and only the rocks and water knew...

Welcome not today

Your voice sounds like cat steps
telling me what you are
trying to hide...
I should have known you would
lie...

Dropping something...

The silence stands waiting and watching.
So long it has waited while I filled the air with noise and thunder...

Like the moment before the glass hits the floor.

quiet
so quiet

I can now hear the emptiness...
the void I had tried to fill.