Writing

Rest your eyes, let the darkness surround you. Keep them shut, let light fill the inside. Let your mind wander from the dark to new. to come back and take you for a ride. Let the clouds of dreams hover, beautifully drifting asunder. There shall be cotton candy dreams, extreme exploration of other worlds. Toys with candy bursting from the seams, super powers and lightning whirls. Helicopters, the future, the past, trains, the wild west, atomic blast. Let your dreams fill your mind, let them take you to wonderful places. And then, leave it all behind. Come back to your current races. As light fills the room and the sun rises, you realize soon energy and peace were the prizes. And you slowly forget everything as you find yourself awake. You come to remember nothing, and your day starts to take.

Marble, beautifully engraved, pictures, words, dates and a name. In a field hidden where no road is paved, Between two trees, here the wildlife isn't quite so tame. The summer brings life abound, Farming, working, and nature's many sounds. Green, warm, and wonderful You rest hidden, but nearby love is bountiful. Overlooking a site many would die to see. Post mortem I'm certain a great site to be. Colors, arts, and life anew Here is where I finally come and visit you. When cold and hard, the winter may flurry, And all may not come out in as much of a scurry. However, it is fitting, for life was rather rough, You break through the winter and are rewarded for being tough. We love and care for you quite dearly, So I hope you listen in when we visit sincerely. I forgive the pain and issues we had, So rest in peace mom, this place helps me remember GLAD.

Thank you Brodin, my gainz were good. I can now lift more than I could. The endorphin high reminds me to remove my rage. Forgiveness for all, that is my new page. At least until tomorrow, When far off I will go. Traveling, yet not moving, the pain will begin shooting. I'll feel the sore, glad to feel. I'll embrace the pain and know something real. However, my attitude may shift, as I wander around through people adrift. I'll exit the airport, rage fully renewed... But then, once again, I'll just have to pray to you.

A pain in the ass, I'm sure I may be, but hopefully worth it, to thee. I'm needy, I'm coarse, I'm callous, I'm sore. I know sometimes, I'm probably even a bore. But somewhat smitten, I quite seem to be, I'm here once again, writing poetry. I want you, I need you, it is easy to see. So though quite a pain, please, caress me. From a pain like myself, it may be asking too much, But I really desire, enjoy, and need your touch. Over the moon, head over heels, apples and flames The idioms abound, they have so much range. Sayings all over, but they all do the same... Proclaiming feelings one hopes will not change.

Side by side, hand in hand, down this path we go. I'm here for this journey, my dear, beside you so you know. A love unlike those before, growing in each, we sow. Your hand in mine, we choose a path, we advance. You look at me, I look at you, we share another glance. Looking back, our initial paths crossed purely by chance. The constant divergent paths slowly merge together. As our path continues, we may face some unseemly weather, but side by side, hand in hand, we move forward and endeavor.

A jack of all trades, a master of none. Left at the end with not a single one. You see what it was that you always wanted, but each time is a reminder just to be flaunted. Walking through, incapable of achieving, that which you wanted — it is just deceiving. Never another to fully be capable of an assist, you walk along, lost, while opportunities are missed. One day you'll either reach the destination, or you'll die trying, the more plausible situation. You've seen and thought long and hard, but sadly, you're not any actual bard. You try and tell each and every story you hold, but your life only allows for them to unfold. Repeated times of tire and drear, rear their head and create sundering fear. Ne'er a time have you told a rhyme, as memory has spared you not a single dime. Either chaotic and boring is each tale told, or you find a way to be too cloying, too bold. One day you'll find yourself quite able, versatile, well rounded, and capable. However, you'll sit around an empty table. There, it can be shared, your entire fable. All of what was done and what you're still able. This is the audience you strove and fought to find, for in the end, you'll find it was somewhere behind. Back it is, lost in the depths of your time, and you, now ending your place, remembering syne.