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Dancing In the Rain

I hear a soft pitter patter,  against the window pane
I look up and there's tears against the glass, I see tiny drops of rain
I watch it splash and land, I watch as the wind blows it around
I watch the patterns form, and listen to the calming sound
There's nothing like hearing rain, falling from above,
Nothing like standing under the steady stream, and dancing in the rain


I spread my arms out wide, as far as they can go,
I close my eyes and stand real still, a feeling like no other  known
It's soft and cold and refreshing all at once
It's a once in a lifetime thing, it's a one and only chance 
So take a leap, and jump into the stream, 
Come and take my hand, let your soul run free,
Take a chance and feel the rain with me


All the joy, all the life
All the colors of the earth
Hear the sounds, call your name
A brilliant rebirth 
So follow me, into the storm
And listen to life taking a new form


My senses overwhelmed, my emotions askew
Feeling like I'm flying, joy I never knew
Nothing like some thunder and rain
To wash away the tears and pain
It's my chance  to be invisible, to all the people walking by,
Like tears blending with the falling rain, and watching the world fade away as you cry


To dance in the rain, brings tears of joy to my face
The power that blows across the wind, takes me to another place
The clouds above my head, thunder to the beat of my heart
The lighting strikes across the sky, cutting a path for me to follow


No many people can see the beauty, behind the thundering storm
For they are too caught up in the darkness it brings
To find the beauty that shines, within even the darkest things
Is to cherish the dark, for the beautiful stars it brings


Though life may be short, in the grand scheme of things
When I’m dancing in the rain, life seems to be put on pause
So enjoy the light pitter patter, of the rain against the glass
And savor these big moments, cause the tiny ones don’t really last

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Fields of Gold

Golden strands wave at me as the psithurism rings
Across the barren fields, stretching like children
Awaiting their mother’s soft caress
Of comfort and presence.

The fabric of dawn drapes vibrantly across the sky,
Bathing babbling waters in a warm glow – slowly burning a path 
For the darkness to exit the midnight scape.

Such the same as the stars shine still in the sky
Congregating figures to lead the way,
The sun treks Ra’s journey each night, fighting
Battles within and underneath the surface, in which we
Rise above each new day.

Of the swaying strands of gold with which we
Pluck from the roots only to sell without price,
It is a wonder with which we still remain in the presence
Of such beauty, and yet, we continue to treat it as if it were
Nothing but grains in our hands, of which will dry out.

It is with each breath of wind in my lungs that stirs
Within a deep seeded need, for which I must 
Plant and sew with my own bare hands, before
I may blossom into the carnation with which
Mothers water, so daughters may grow to be.

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As I Walk

As I walk among the ever changing times...
And across the withered cement outlining properties...
It becomes increasingly harder for me,
To distinguish if the path I walk...
Is really as straight and narrow as people say...
Or if it is much wider,
With more curves and bumps...
I continually struggle to cross over.
The beauty of life...
Of capturing the very essence we perceive...
Is that it is different for everyone...
And it can flow as smooth and calm as...
the sea on a starless night...
Or it can flow as rough and harsh as...
The ocean caught tumbling in a storm;
If life were to be made corporeal...
and everything within,
Was essential to is continued existence ...
The very nature and personality of it...
Would take our breathes away infinitely...
Until a poetic mind or graceful artist...
May show it to us that which
Stole our breath in the first place....
And return it to our souls
If you were to see the world...
Through the eyes of this young poetic mind,
You would see the world as thousands of
Metaphors being spat out like bingo marbles...
Or millions of unseen possibilities to be captured...
In ways that make the invisible...
Visible to those without the sight
Rivers would be the arteries,
That keep the essence of life flowing...
The wind would be the blood...
Continuously pumping through our hearts...
Allowing us to gracefully dance our way around this earth
The trees caught in summer and spring breezes,
Would be a mother natures' hands...
Reaching out to her children...
In times of need
The ground in which we all walk upon...
Would be the skin, protecting...
And encompassing our vitals...
So as to guarantee everything,
Is where it is intended to be 
As I walk upon the uneven earth,
My toes sinking deeper and deeper,
Into the earth as I become more at one,
I see the beauty in everyday life
As I walk past oak trees...
Still standing after nearly a century,
I feel its life energy pulsing into the ground...
through my feet and into my heart
As I walk around a town I once called home,
I notice that is seems more empty than I remember,
It's a once lived in town,
That's currently vacant 
With any and all energy and youthfulness 
As I walk the darkened streets...
Illuminated by dimming street lights...
I listen to the music pounding in my head,
Drowning out the feeling of sorrow,
In order to fill myself with peace
As I walk the beaten path,
And journey deeper with every step,
I realize I can retreat to nature always,
No matter how bad things might get

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Effortlessly

A slight breeze that blows your hair
Trees that dance, and girls that stare
Leaves that flutter, and glide to the ground
Beautiful sights, never make a sound

That silent moment, where you realize
To take a chance and close your eyes
No matter how far, no matter how long
I'll always be there, when things go wrong

To hold your hand one last time
To see you smile, a moments that's mine
To smell the air, and feel the breeze
To hold you close, please never leave me

This feeling inside me, it pushes me through
I yearn for a life, without so much to lose

I just wanna be free, I just wanna soar
To spread my wings out wide, and fly out the open door

I just wanna heal, to lick my wounds in peace
I just want my life, to meld together... effortlessly

effortlessly.... effortlessly

I see the wind blow by, rustle loose a leaf
I see it falter and fall, not sure where it's safe
I see a branch, reach out desperately against the ever blowing wind,
trying to grab ahold, of a long lost friend
It struggles to grab ahold, to hold on tight to this dear leaf 
I see it sway with the wind, and slowly retreat back to comfortable confinement
The most important part, is to give nature a life to breathe.

It's in this moment, when time is stopped
when nature listens, it hears your call
You needn't only ask, to float instead of fall
A pillow of leaves and a blanket of moss, nature shall provide
so when you land, at least its on the softer side

Right here and now, I no longer feel lost

All I want is to heal, to lick my wounds in peace
I just want my life, to meld together... effortlessly

effortlessly....effortlessly

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Summery Beings

A sea of golden strands, wave as the psithurism rings
Rabbits gambol in a field, and expel a wifty nature
A furtive fox keeps a watchful eye, upon these summery beings
Hidden away from the selcouth sight, left as woebegone creature

He mumbles his way, across the field, catching the eyes of few
A little one split away from the rest, to inspect this mysterious thing
The little one rambles on and on, always beginning anew
The fox feels this one to be, an imbecile set before the king

He stops mid-drift, and raises a paw, silencing the decay of words.
Says, “you must learn when to speak, when around people like me”
The rabbit left deflated, wishing the fox’s words, he had never heard
While the fox’s solivagant journey, the harm he caused, he never did see

So with the power we wield, with words sharp as a blade,
Help those who others smite, when they are in need of desperate aid

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Strangers

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.....
How I wonder what you are,
Are you a stranger too I ask?
Why are you hiding behind that mask?

In the dark, and all alone,
An emptiness I've never known
A yearning deep inside of me,
A bright future I cannot see

I wish for someone to take my hand,
And take me to another land
A place of joy, free of pain
Where I no longer fight in vain

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.....
How I wonder what you are,
How do you shine your light so bright,
And stay illuminated all through the night?

A stranger I am, to you I know,
But I still have time to learn and grow
Will you be the one to see,
Past the stranger inside of me?

Will you look unto my eyes,
and see way past the murky skies
To take my hand, and pull me close
To kiss my head, and hug me the most

Every friend I've ever had,
Always left and made me sad
They say they'll be there, when I am down
Only to kick me while I'm on the ground

As I stand beneath the stars, on this rainy night,
I seem to search far and wide, for a time that feels right
A time to ask and pray to you,
Is there anything you can do?

Could you send somebody down,
To help through these dark ages?
Or maybe you could shine your light,
Upon these hopeless faces

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.....
I thank you graciously for what you are
I now have Hope, and Faith, and Dreams
You will never again hear my pain filled screams

You gave me a chance, to meet someone new,
You gave me a stranger, I felt I already knew
This stranger once smiled at me, 
The reason I cannot say,
But had I not smiled back,
We wouldn't be best friends today

We talked and talked, till we couldn't any more
We talked up until, our jaws were both so soar
We've laughed and fought, and hugged and cried,
We've seen each other's darkest sides

This friend that I have found, hidden behind a stranger
Has changed my life around, I no longer feel like a danger
She is the first and last person to ever know,
Just how I truly felt, not that long ago

Sometimes a stranger, who goes out of their way to help,
Is the one and only person, who gives a damn about your health
She held me tight, and knew just what to say,
So now it is my turn, To make good on my promise to stay

We were both strangers once, but now we are best friends,
We are both strangers even now still, but ones who will remain united until the end.

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The Night's Response

Oh, how I love the way the cold light flows
from above on a downward stroke 
painting the sky in hues of fire and rain.
The ephemeral battle of opposites casting shadow upon
the drawback of Nyx’s curtain.

A young girl of a handful of winters sneaks outside
into the waiting arms of the abyss, silently
shouting a plea into the void– “Is it to me you call so late, 
or have I just succumbed to fate? I wish to heal. I yearn
to see what lies beyond, 
but have not courage nor strength to begone
that long.”

And as if by primordial waters, floats
from the abyss the response:
“Child young and soul yet old, was it I who called
you to this cold? The Fates cast sticks 
in your favor this night, for your silent cries 
be not deserving of someone so bright. Your eyes shine wet
but your heart glows warm, so know Chaos and Cosmos,
shall keep you from harm.”

The girl nods her head, and waits for a while, watching
stars blink their silent stares of assent back through
bough and brambles above, casting winks her way as they tap 
out their own Fantasia of glittering lights against
the looming darkness.

This “Dream Within a Dream” she ponders, as the night 
draws cold and the hours long with the weight of her thoughts.
It seems to me, so she whispers, I have spent my days huddled 
under the moon’s soft embrace. Will I now not know what
warmth is like – that I have become so numb to the darkness within?

Wood screeches its discomfort night after night, as boards
creak at the disturbance of feather footfalls faltering. 
It seems that the night yet calls to souls seeking comfort,
for that night a symphony was composed in her heart.

And as the stars bled out their lights to replenish hers,
the girl waved and smiled her goodbye,
before slipping back into the dwelling from which 
she had need for escape.

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Tragedy of Lost Time

It is hard to see past the tragedy of lost time
When at once you realize its chains have rusted
Away. Where moving on feels more like a crime
Of passion. As if your heart cannot be trusted.

Upon the mid summers day, where happiness you flaunt,
My gaze remains frozen upon the evergreens
Spanning miles; reaching heights myself they haunt and taunt.
Time crunching beneath, tracking pathways unseen.

Wherein there lies the problem I face within;
The tragic comedy of soulful commodity.
Where love lies and burns sick grins, like inner demons rush to sin.
Pushing, pulling, shoving my mind to embrace my odd oddities.

Time passes fast in a constant rhythm – my life fleeting, beating, sounding, and pounding.
While my life slows down to the lingering moment, of heart and soul regrounding.

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Directions

It feels as though time itself, 
Is slipping from my grasp,
Like I’m walking atop eggshells,
Across butterfly wings,
And along the shattered and broken glass

There never seems to be enough time
It’s like a marathon for me
All I want is to finish this climb
And stand tall for all to see

With all that’s going on right now,
These hard times seem to linger
Like I’m rushing in a race,
Against the ever changing current
And these memories in time are slipping, 
Like sand trickling down the narrow hourglass, 
Right through my desperate fingers

My vision seems to be constantly refocusing
Unsure about what is real
Switching between health and sickness
I don’t know how to feel

I look to the 7 directions
The brainless scarecrow pointing me every which way
sometimes I feel like the cowardly lion,
running from the slightest sight of trouble

I tried looking north, but my compass is bent 
I tried looking east, but I was blinded by the light
I tried looking south, but walking back into the past is not a mistake I
prefer to make
I tried looking west, to the stars, for answers, 
But all I got were twinkling lights and momentary freedom, 
Before darkness engulfed my thoughts
I tried looking up, silently begging for a direction to turn to
I tried looking down, to see things from above
Finally, I tried looking within, and found something worth working towards

So god bless this broken road I’ve been traveling
Hanging on by a thread, just getting by each day
For had I not fallen down and gotten roughed up a bit
I never would’ve gotten strong enough to get back up

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Waiting

I stare blankly out my window
With my head against the lifeless glass
I watch the wind dance with the snow
And burn my flesh on the ice cold brass
Cursing at the painful sting, of waiting for the time to pass
The children play and run around
While I'm stuck behind my internal casque
Waiting to be found