They say we are 78% water
But does water have a heart?
Even in star trek
we were called
"Ugly bags of mostly water"
So what makes a person big?
Is it just the water?
or does the soul infuse
the liquid that gives life?
Is this just random musings
of a journeyman writer?
Or am I writing
in the margins of my mindas Da-Vinci used to jot ( Read more... )

Yesterday was on replay and I couldn't stop

we are 78% water

writing in the margins of my mind

We were strangers in a crowded room
And by the end of the night
we will be strangers again ( Read more... )

its all easy
with paced good intentions
the same steps we take
even when the people we are with
are family
lovers
not strangers
lying in the same bed
of cut roses
in understanding
we still bleed on the thorns of it all

knowing
that climbing to the top
brings the despair
of morning dew
same dampness there was at the beginning
even with the ( Read more... )

Stranger things have happenedWatch the words unspoken ( Read more... )

Strangers

Here I am and I’ll wait in line always

On this journey of life
there are many highways
but only one
in between you and me
do we choose to walk it?
or do we sit here
waiting
All I wanted was acceptance
but acceptance isn't the golden prize anymore
I want more
I want to be loved
for every part of me
not merely loved for a little
while the rest is accepted

acceptance isn't the golden prize anymore
so do not close the door because we are not done yet
closure has not seen the light of day
and it leads us to a path
a road maybe
but there is so much to say
and so much i do not want to say
unsaid
yes it can be done
just hold your breath
let it pass
even if it's tangled up
unnoticed
it will be unnoticed
tomorrow is ( Read more... )