Support

Foundation withers away.

With each step our house grows weaker.

As time moves on support beams decay.

With each breath the future becomes bleaker.

But say one night you decide to kick one beam down.

Will our card house fall? Crash into the ground?

With one mistake; one bad decision. will our boat sink and we drown?

There are very few support beams in the houses we make.

This time make them with metal.

One footstep across the world can cause your foundation to break.

Leaving one person holding the flower as it sheds it's last pedal.

So ask yourself that night "what happens if I kick this beam down?"

You'll have your answer before the king hits the ground.

The Combination

Our seconds running dry with each passing breath.
Searching for the answer.

Thoughts with every rotation of the wheel. Is it pain, agony, or death?

Searching for the truth.

Grasped tightly in my hand to never be let go.

Success, Companionship, Morality?

Each guess makes sense, but every time life says no.

Fear, Honor, Clarity?

The lock to our dreams can be cracked.

Multiple turns of the wheel, but I know this to be true.

Most of it found, but there is one more wall to get passed.

Passion, Love, but for this last one I didn't have a clue.

Until I took my eyes off what was given and the metal sprung from being subdued.

I dazed off in those eyes and I found my truth.

The missing piece to the combination

Passion, Love, and You.

Free

A lost and deserted path never trekked.
The boy, one foot after another, trying to find his way home.
All alone for straying off the path. The adventure wanted, not met.
A green canvas paints the sky and no light is shown.

Marched on and on for days and nights.
Growing weaker and weaker with each breath.
Searching and searching and finally a beam of light!
The beacon of hope. Sun and body met.

Dazing up in the sky. Overwhelmed by fear.
To the left. To the right nothing there, but blue and white.
An echoing call and the sun disappeared.
Moving in circles. the shadow is in flight.

The heavenly creature soars high from the clouds and low to the top of every tree.
One foot at a time the boy got lost, but now the man sees.
" To you I'm lost, and I may never make it back home, but I am free. I can see the path perfectly. It's the one the bird takes high above the trees. The one I take with my hands together, bowed to my knees. It's the path i choose for me!"

More lost and deserted paths to never be trekked.
One foot after the other, more of us will be lost.
But the bird is better free then kept.
The main trail is safer, but our way is worth the cost.

Fireworks

A loaded barrel awaits.
Sitting, waiting to be released.
The hunger inside to be seen inside, aches.
What's really there, wrongly perceived.

In the shell lies beauty and grace.
A fuse for passion waiting to be ignited.
Moments, I see the greatest beauty. Then it's gone without a trace.
Disappeared through the smoke. waiting for a new flash to be sighted.

I long for this fuse to be lit.
shell falls, spirit burning so bright! so delighted.
One night, this beauty will fill the sky. every bit.
I envy the torch that sets a flame to it.

The Show

The stage, pitch black. Actors take a bow.
The anticipated ending.
The plot, never thickening. Every role given without sweat on their brow.
The audience, spinning.

Exit stage on the left.
Another show on any other day.
A new role, or character, but the real character never kept.
Another script. More predetermined lines to say.

Your poise, steady. Voice without quiver.
Your aim, straight for the audience's heart.
Your persona gone, so this role is not that hard to deliver.
Your repetition almost makes it a work of art.

Enter stage on the right.
Another show. Just this one is today.
Your audience sees right through you. Script out of sight.
"Straight from the heart this time" the director says. No more lines to say.

The Resistance

"My reality just set in".
Time and space collide.
"So many people I can't abandon".
The heart as his guide.

The world he watches starts to crumble.
The specks of a new world shinning through.
His posture so solid. No chance to stumble.
He walks alone on this path without anyone to turn to.

The resistance is approaching.
Can you feel it?
It's coming through the smog of life in which we are choking.
To a soul losing grip.

From a universe who's colors change with every motion.
From settled hearts, or born from commotion.
The resistance is here, and it's over due.
Love is what we are.
The resistance is you.

Passion

There are so many words unspoken.
On this paper is where my heart lay broken.
Blinded.
Words that take your breath away.
I can't find them.
Words that should be proclaimed to you everyday.
Her grasp tightens with each line.
Joy, or disgust. He needs a sign.
Instead, her eyes tangled with his for the right time.
A picture of hope shined in his eye.
Her lips were introduced to his as she was saying goodbye.
From her grasp, his broken heart set sail.
Hit by a flame where insecurity and deceit fell.
Tears for the endearment he wished to transpire.
But yet, something remarkable just above the ashes.
No bump, nor scratches. Just his heart set on fire.

Perception

Hidden in the dirt.
glimmer so faint.
Not touched with an ounce of hurt.
Bound, tortured, and smothered in constraint.

Hidden in the dirt.
Glimmer so attractive.
Without thy hand inert.
"for now with me will it be active".

Nails dig into the earth around it.
Fingers grazed by another.
"I need to have it!"
"No, you just want something to smother".

"Are eyes met at that gem.
But for two different reasons.
I would let it fly high, and soar with the wind.
And you just want a glimmer that goes with the season".

Renewal

Can you see it?
The trees, as still as the ocean.
The earth sits.
But, white and gray stay in motion.
This taste upon my lip.
Darkness, in front of my eyes.
A new sensation with each shift.
Renewal, just in disguise.
Sounds from one direction
and now, there's light.
The smell beyond conception.
The view, takes away strife.
"Can you see it?" she said.
"Wait...There's more"
"I don't see it. I feel it." he said.
So the rain began to pour.

Clarity

The dawn of the day hit the horizon.
Something obstructs this site.
Could it be the calamity of more opinion?
The smell of another confrontation or plight?
Vision gets hazier as the day grows older.
This mist of a new floats above the earth.
Is this the day the heart grows colder?
The day time shows its worth?
These clouds sit at my feet.
No sign of resilience or feeling.
Will this be when I can march to my own beat?
The time truth begins its revealing?
These questions disperse.
The footprints of the future is what's looked upon.
The footprints of the past have lost their curse.
Within the air around me the fog is gone.

The Never Forgiving

The hourglass sits sideways.
On the night your relationships begin to decay.
On the driveway where you left your parents in a haze, or deep in the ground where a loved ones body lays.
Time has stopped for you with the words " there will always be other days".
The glass begins to roll and a grain goes by.
Hesitation, selfishness, and fear are the only things lurking inside.
now the back is turned to the things that should catch your eye. Do you ever ask yourself for a reason to be scared or why? Well your in luck. Since your still turned around, your in for a surprise because everything changes with the blink of an eye.
Nothing stops time as it rolls of our tables and its structure breaks. Life is too short for your excuses or fears of disgrace. Hold on to the time you have because there's none to waste because time does not care about your mistakes or who it takes.
Treasure everything you have forever and beyond because your hourglass is on the roll and you don't want to blink and it all be gone.

What's Left Now

This sand lays loose, but together in my hand.
Nothing can stop us.
"I want to grip it harder. It''s to free for me to stand".
Sand to dust.
The particles begin to fall back to the earth as each finger curls.
There goes understanding and passion.
Pressure pushing the sand out so tight my hand begins to burn.
There goes caring and fatal attraction.
We are slipping away one morsel at a time and now all that's left is bad, but by the time I decide to open my hand, I'll only see the sand i lost and the relationship I never had.

Clay

A moist substance between my fingers. An astronaut, politician, a singer?
I ball it in my palms and let it slide onto the table. Will this raw talent take the shape in which it's able?
Like the tide, my hands soothe this substance every now and again. Will its friends stay with him or just not know where to begin?
Time passes and new features are added everyday. "Soon i'll think about its future" I'd say.
They listened, so soon the clay dried and to me turned out to be grand. "You put the future in my hands, so I made a man"

Only the Floor Changed

The darkness of the day settled again. He sat there waiting for the lights of the den to dim. Blood rushing to his face as he slithers across the room. "You don't know what it's like, but you will soon". A tingle up his his spine as retribution approaches. Graceful movements towards his freedom like the flames of lit torches. Slow and steady as his fingers constrict the blade. "hold still brother. Soon your guilt and my pain will fade". Flashes of red cover their eyes as a life comes crashing down. His body so frantic as ever for what he felt was so profound. The only thing that changed was the color of the ground. The coward slithered away without comfort or even a remorseful sound. Instead he poured guilt into a pool of blame that would soon make him drown. If it's blame you use, then it's nothing you'll find. It might feel good now, but only for as long as you can stand to hide. Just take a look at yourself and get back on track because revenge is for the cowards who run from themselves and never look back.

Don't Stop

"Don't Stop" he says.
Your worlds crashing. He has no idea what's happening, but he tells me to keep hacking?
Don't Stop
A hurricane of thoughts through my mind.They are not good, or fine, but they're mine and I wish to keep them confined.
Don't Stop
This storm is caged in my mind. I feel like I'm doing time. I'm going crazy inside, but somehow how this phrase makes me feel fine for the time.
Don't Stop
I just wanna quit. There will be no fit. I'm just tired of it, but I'm just going to bottle it up till it hits the tip.
Don't Stop
Just face it, replace it, and find a way to embrace it. Our lives our lived on shoelaces, and you can't handle looking at anymore concerned faces. Don't stop, don't stop, and don't forget your traces. Don't stop believing and you'll be the one who makes it.

And the Thunder Rolls

The splatter against everything. The calamity of light and sound.Nothing is the same but refuge can be found.
Through the darkness, explosions will be seen. A crash cuts through the air. One that can't be fathomed, or gleaned. It's beautiful, and a fiend, but if it isn't seen it cant fulfill its purpose or its dreams.
Now it's faded and all that's left is the roar. You can leave your refuge, dance in the rain, and be scared no more.

The Lighthouse

On this voyage of thick and blue, I find myself not knowing my destination; not a clue.
I've hit waves, tsunamis, and hurricanes and the one thing I could always see clearly was you.
without a compass, or map I let the wind push me where it wants me. I wonder when the next your beam of light will bring me to safety.
Days and nights pass and finally land appears. The sun beams warm my face, but it won't be untill nightfall when I place my feet on its piers.
The sun falls as i follow the tide. I turn to land and the beam of light warms me inside. "I'm home. no more running. nowhere els to hide."

Make Your Move

"Up two spaces"
The front line marches without leaving any traces.
This side against that side; tick goes the clock. When you are put between a rock and a hard place do you give it all you've got?
Straight ahead or up and around, which placement do you take? We don't forgive or forget just wait until the landscape becomes our destructive fate.
Ride your horse as far as you can or strike high from your towers. The only stipulations given is seek and devour.
Battle strategies, what does it all mean? Are you going to choose wisely when your in check?
Your seconds slip away like a thief in the night, but when you tap out was the move made right?
King vs. Queen; mind vs. trap. Not knowing where they've been, pawns falling at the tip of a hat.
A throbbing beat from your chest as you find yourself running from fate. You can cry, plea, and rant to th board, but your only response will be "check and mate."

The Eternal Flower

Like a sun ray breaking the horizon, your touch gives hope. In the midst of winter, your delicate stare imbues me with the warmest coat.
The patience we are holding sets the soul on fire, but the game we play creates unspeakable, unknowable desire.
Now the fires burning and it makes your touch home and your words erase my mind and sends me to a paradise to which I'm prone.
Days, months, and years will pass, but none touches the fire or your beauty. Shackled and chained to your voice and yet my mind still grants you purity.
Arguments, fights, and and late nights that lead to flowers to stop the dread, but the one thing that will never change is the flower we've grown will never be dead.

Crash

People Crash.
Abruptly, inevitably, and it cause us to clash.
Our walls our built , but yet we think our hands are as smooth as silk.
People Crash.
Unnoticed connections made everyday because our cover predetermines our man made of clay.
People Crash.
We feel our hands and find rocks, so now we wonder what tools are needed to make the walls drop.
People Crash.