Purple Skies

Gotta make a living somehow.
Eternal sleep is not an option without eternal life.
The order of life is to live, throughout the cycle there is a foreward moving motion.
Blink yourself awake & dream up a graceful day filled with laughter & without regret. (The stand-still point will be regret)
When skies get rough I pray we never hide from life's storms, but see the day through: (perpetuate the motion of forth without having to rush into what we're not ready for)

Divine

Mistakes!
Was this all a mistake?
Did I let my guard down for too long?
Did you creep inside my heart?
Was it all a Dream?

The questions abound, sprouting from shoots to form buds on branches. But I am still asleep and Those branches are wrapping around my form and the tree limbed questions are consuming me without end. I want to break free, Freddie, but I'm trapped by my own answerless ways.

My muscles work relentlessly too break the crippling tree-hold. It seems all is lost. Brfore I can be fully consumed my mind drifts sleepily toward him. Here. There. Everywhere. Nowhere.
But it's too late to call after him. My heart yearns for him.

Leaves begin to grow from the tips of my earlobes, my fingers feel wooden and a strong taste of sweet maple syrup lingers on my tongue.
My heart thumps and thuds, I feel it throughout my oaken body.

 I am now the living tree. Divine.
I hear a pretty melody clear and serene.

I know he is there, before the bird has the chance to give away that secret with silence, I know it. My rooted feet want nothing more than to leap toward him. I don't see him... or hear him. But his presence is strong.
My head thinks it is a trick, but my heart knows the truth... always has.

He prunes and shears back my wayward leaves so that my eyes can meet his again. In his eyes I see me; leaf-less, fleshy and exuding life as I was always meant to.

I am Divine, the Living Tree.

Memory Lane

Don't lead me down Memory Lane.
It's a scary place.
You know those horror stories they tell kids, the ones that keep them awake at night?
 The ones about clowns in the closet & the boogey man beneath the bed?
They are the ones that inhabit memory lane, not me.
Don't take me down memory lane, it's a scary place...

Dream Aloud

There's a dizziness in my brain.
 A shrieking in my veins.
 A shattering of a thousand butterfly wings falling with the rain.
Breathe fire into my de-oxygenated heart.
 My flesh smarts.
Petals strewn leading me closer home.

sunken Promise

If the Black Plague were to threaten our home
Would you flee...
Run away...
Screaming... for the hills?

I promise to stay
Nursing the love we've created and promising to never leave:
"We'll live forever, you'll see. Just you and me... to the end of time or the time of our end...
which ever comes first

Emergency Exit

I'm not sure where the future will one day lead.
I'm not sure if I'll live to see.
I just know that this is not for me.

For years I've been trying to find the words to say "Goodbye".
"So Long" seems final and "Farewell" full of sadness.
Nothing seems to roll off the tongue with ease.

Can you have a feeling of promise while shedding hope?

I've heard that ignorance is bliss, but shouldn't bliss be the melding of two passions and ...release?

To the Bottom of the Sunken Well I promised You the World

I sit here making notes
And I already know time is flying by
And I'm still here but soon you'll be gone.

Let's not stress about tomorrow,
Let's just live with today.
Let's throw those regrets out of the window and send the alarm clock out too.
Let's make a vow of forever and skip out on it tomorrow.
Let's never promise to change... the inevitability will surely catch us by surprise.

And we'll rise to the occassions: hearts sewn on sleeves as the earth welcomes the fallen leaves.