On the rock ( Read more... )

 Art reflects life's journey from making statements to learning lessons. Art can instruct life in how to focus on that path's inherent beauty ( Read more... )

When I was still young
and the trees were still tall
In the branches I swung
And the creeks I'd fall,
And all the world
of a child had nary a worry

My grandpa would come
and he'd call me to him
His guitar would strum
and he'd sing like a hymn
Hearing his voice in a whisper
he'd tell me to hurry

saying
Sit yourself down for a story
about princes, and witches and ( Read more... )

 I saw you today
with that look on you face
your hair parted the way
my hands used to trace

and uh oh
I'm falling again

You danced in the club
in my favorite shirt
You know how to rub
me the way that it hurts

and uh oh
I'm falling again

It took me nine months
to stop waiting for calls
and I see you once
my guard starts to fall

Saying, oh no
Its starting again.

So ( Read more... )

 See yourself,
not looking

Find that part
innocence 
still waiting 
for you to come home.

 Plane street 
in a plain town
In the Pennsylvania plains.

Eighteen days late,
I woke up
crying
in a cold room,
held in
warm arms.

A family
that loved me.

Loves me still. 

 The vanity had to stop,
Why would I subject myself
to watching wrinkles form in the mirror?

That was till the obvious became itself apparent
that the wrinkles came from smiling.
The smiling that came from laughing.
The laughing that came from looking in that mirror.

Even those
I once called my vices
turned into awareness. 

 Beyond the car crashes
and death
there is a place where
it doesn't hurt to breathe.

I'd duck my head into the sand
if it were a place my feet could land.

I picture it
and I see the banks of the river,
we never actually walked.
The bows of the trees
we never sat beneath.
The stars
we never watched.

It is a place I've never lived,
except the corners of my mind.

( Read more... )

Sunlight
The hum of air
cicadas buzz,
something beyond my eyes
sits in the hall.

I tried to convince myself
of words and meanings.

I tried to tell myself,
the trouble would be over.

I tried to turn myself,
into something that was better.

All the while,
Sunlight,
air,
cicadas
still sang. 

 Take

How many ways that word turns.

In my life,
ear,
mind.

In your life,
ear,
mind.

Between us,
it is not the same.
But still,
syllables
etched in a book.

Take off
the page,
mind,
ear,
life.

Nothing inherent,
just shared.