a creative act

an act so creative it makes no sense at all why would he do that? why does a cloud float on? why do trees flutter in the wind? why does [] it simply, is -aw

we weren't meant

we weren’t meant to understand everything see all the darkness that this world can hold but we have light for that a balancing effort of grant proportion let it shine -aw

lonely eyes

lonely eyes catch mine a special someone who will never know my name castles and adventures only to ever exist in my mind but that time with you i spent dearly -aw

our critics

no one is there telling you to not except your inner critic so why not? i’m here writing these words for you to read through time and space shut that critic up -aw

crossed paths

crossing paths of strangers turned friends keep them close, hug them dearly for you never know what you have until it’s gone away -aw

loamy soil

these wounds a sickness, a disease spirals of spirals bandage mirages that mask our hurt keeps us down we are a people in turmoil starving for change anxious beneath loamy soil -aw

better off

how lonely the path when you’re lost never knowing where to turn or whom to trust you’ve always got yourself to thine own self be true but there’s never a doubt that i’d be better off, with you -aw

cycle after cycle

we repeat cycle after cycle things we don’t fully accept except those that we recognize things we add to our depth -aw

found their way

to be still to be silent hearing what happens to find you in that moment soundwaves on their wild journey found their way to you -aw

power in our presence

this golden weave created between you and me playing our paths cascading our lives where are we to go? there’s nowhere but up only power in our presence -aw

reckoning with futures

reckon with futures that don’t yet exist ones you can feel but can’t yet see build them up and let them go for they’ll be back -aw

breaks

be the tree that submits not the tree that stands firm the one that resists breaks -aw

oblivion

time vertically sliced moments with depth a depth that carries us the dot along a line constantly whirring forwards bringing everything new to us -aw

dials of life

these dials of life we turn them up they need turning down emotions like fire kindling needing tending to otherwise they’ll boil over -aw

an inner i

ready or not here i come the hide and seek of finding oneself that hidden you hiding just below the surface the one beneath the mask the inner i love them be kind -aw

parts of us

the parts of us we carry with are sometimes unseen the shadows weighing us down it takes courage and sometimes others to truly help uncover in order to recover, heal -aw

falling behind

i used to think i was behind day by day, year after year those around me i could see placed all above comparison is odious as i was once told sapping the nature of our beautiful creativity -aw

simple beings

we have a way of making things complex we’re simple beings in an illustrious world breathe focus rejoice love -aw

what's out so within

caught between old sweaters and the stuffed animals that once kept me company growing old, befriending change at what point do you look around only to realize that everything inside you is in pieces around you as well -aw

soul and spirit bound

empathy is connecting a selfless hearing a selfless seeing relentless accepting of others an antidote to evils a human who revives soul and spirit bound to bring balance yet again -aw

oh me oh my

show me how good today can be blue skies swaying trees we’re not too different you and i separated by mere degrees never to meet, oh me oh my -aw

knocking at my door

what’s a good life feeling the sun on my skin skipping rocks to no end you by my side, breeze on the other change is coming good or bad i don’t know what it is knocking at my door -aw

skin of a life

what does it take to get to the next level are there levels at all? the impossible metamorphosis shedding the skin of a life i suppose is only possible if you’re truly able to let go -aw

humans

all humans are the same yet all unique at the same time familiar variations unique quirks, mixes of trauma some too aware, some not at all he’s more manic, while she’s depressed we’re all in this same vein trying to figure out this game of life -aw

ultraviolet

to be in touch with yourself is a special feeling the art of noticing the errant thoughts and misguided feelings the eye looking within dreams and visions flashing like ultraviolet light off the cuff cosmic acquiescence -aw