Words...

As if I was searching for permanence within quicksand,
or trying to strike a flame with a broken match,
I’m cashing out so here’s my claim ticket
for the frenzied collection of addictions out of style.
Ill stop reaching for the poisoned fruit
hung up on the tree of truth.
If you’ll just meet me on the burning sea my friend,
And we’ll set sail skipping stones across the pond
with a map drawn out by dreams;
Following our hearts when our truth becomes their lies.
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From the smallest seed
stems unguarded possibilities.
Reaching and waiting for the moment to break through.
The first taste of the sun consumes and leaves an
undeniable yearning for more.
At times hope seems dim
as the bud remains closed,
locked within the coldness of what was once
thought to be a dormant winter.
Still that small seed of hope carries on.
Waiting patiently for her turn to bloom.
Spring will return and the sun will shine once again,
Green with envy she will wait
until it is her turn to become the Rose.
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There are words at the bottom of this glass tonight
but I don’t think you’ll ever stick around to hear them.
The fire pulsates in the darkness
as my pen strikes the paper.
Piano notes dance into the night
as this deceptive glass refills itself
with cunning persuasiveness.
The luring words I once heard, so profound,
now fall on deaf ears.
I’ve learned to turn towards the south
When the sun turns north.
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Looking through a kaleidoscope,
searching for the stars
never realizing that the images projected are immersed
with deceit.
The pretense of what could be,
beauty laced with fabrication or sweet truth.
Tiny bits of rose colored glass
Consume the hopeless romantic.
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The wind blows and I feel your touch
The sun hits my skin and I feel you embrace
You’re everywhere
Just without a face
I feel your calmness wash over me
As my feet hit the sand
I touch the water as if I’m reaching for your hand
I take a deep breathe and release to you
All my worries and fears
Knowing you’ll take them away from me
I feel you kiss my forehead
And whisper “everything will be okay sweetie”
Just like you always did
Tears run from my sad eyes
And you catch them without hesitation
The wind blows and I feel you