time

heals

no

wounds

but

allows

us

to

be

grateful

for

the

time

between

pain

and

the

present

sand

beneath my feet

walking hand in hand

along a moonlit beach

laughter and small talk

with no cares

to think about

at the time

such a beautiful sunrise

viewed with sand underneath

as we hold hands

and speak of far off things

that make us smile

tiny toes and giggles

chased into the waves

that crash

and whisper all at once

upon the sand

and now it sits inside my head

and scares the hell out of me

as it seems to fall faster and faster

through the hourglass

that I was just handed

such an amazing transformation

from a beautiful thing

to the thing that determines

everything

sand.

you wanna change the world?
take off your mask.
let go of the facade
break through the stone that surrounds your soul
and be free.
Don’t care what others think…
LOVE
be LOVE
show LOVE
live LOVE
even to those who deserve hate.. show LOVE
when tears stream out of swollen eyes
turn a cheek and offer LOVE
in unexpected moments don’t cower
be LOVE
take a hand that may have germs all over is and
tuck it inside your own
with no intention other than to hold it
listen not just hear
be willing to be an answer
not a picketer
be your own billboard
for truth
and authenticity
wanna change the world?
start by recklessly abandoning your ideal of who you THINK you are
and BE
LOVE.

i believe in love

i pretend i don’t

in order to guard my heart

I hide the tears

behind closed doors

behind humor

wit

and deep conversation

it is easier to be surface with someone

than they never see how much they affect you

underneath

so don’t buy my jaded act

i do believe in love

it is that

i am just not strong enough

to let you know it.

the mosaic of life

intertwined at a terminal

shows the frailty

of the human life

we are all just one moment away

from not meaning anything

to anyone

yet we wear smiles

and cling

to things that will fade

all in an attempt

to matter

to anything or anyone

that can not

truly offer us

a lasting purpose.

I am the dissonant note
clumsily hit
by the left hand

the conductor winces
as i am played
tapping the baton
he asks to start again
hoping the badly played note
will be a one time occurrence
but it happens again
and
again
and
again

The baton gets clicked
less and less
the monotony of
my wrong tone
begins to become
a part of
the beautiful symphony being played
the brass is warm
and there i am
clinking and clanking
in what eventually
becomes the relief
from perfection
the resolution of the tension

i am
the dissonant note

what is in

the glow of a  screen

that is not much more evident

within the glow of the moon

(unfinished)

beating
out of necessity only
inhale
live
in slow motion
snap a shot
and inject it
with gusto
let me savor
before it becomes just an injection site
burn

there is a price
for living in paradise
a pound of soul and
another of worth

monotony mocks the soul
tempting it to delve into
a pool of thought
that brings the mind
to a place
of memory
haunting the inhabitant
of the cage
to point of madness

Flicker
cast a wide shadow
of art imitating life
on my face
i don’t even wince
at the callous
at the stupidity

i need to read a book