Death

Death is not the end of life nor the beginning
It is somewhere in the middle
Where you were to leave the only life we know
And enter another
One we know nothing about
Starting off as innocent infants
Crawling and learning to touch and feel
Living our lives all over again
Only ass backwards and upside down
To write something beautiful about life or death is a challenge,
One i have not risen up to yet
There are those are find themselves stuck between life and death
Those who fear the end
In every story and every fairy tale ever written, there never was a real end
It was always "and they lived happily ever after" then the end
Or "and so it was that this this and that" then the end
The end always comes after a explanation of life
Death in stories is never the end, so why is it always the end in real life?
No, Death is the start of something new, the end of something brilliant, and the middle of one persons hand written story.

life

with no maps, no routs and no real plans
its all very unexpected
walking where your feet take you
some people live it more then others
its a adventure you will never come out alive from.

Bits and Pieces

-As the snow falls on the ground, the steaming combination of limestone, clay, sand and shale shines in the incandescent vivid moon light.
The snow falls in twirls around them as they draw a picture in the snow, just for fun you know, but more then that also.
Winning points is easier then 1 2 and 3, take her hand and pull her along the icy crystal ending with a smile bigger then before, you didnt think you could make it more.
Some people laugh and pry as you tell them the stories, but not to worry none of them have felt the way they do.
No one will fully understand the titanic feeling they have when standing together just being right there is better then before.
They dont have to pretend anymore, being just themselves is all that is needed to make the other smile.
Even a thousand miles is not enough to break apart the winding thoughts of being here on this cold winter night
- November 11th 2008

You gave me a key but said you lost the lock and that it was up to me to find it.
- Jan 9th 2009

Jealousy, you watch her as her green dress sweeps across the floor tempting you with her beauty.
Calling at you with envy shining in her eyes
She calls at you from the other side of the room. you try not to let her louring smell pick you up and dance you across the room, into her green aura.
- Jan 11th 2009

Desire and Fear.
you put them in a room, one is bound to kill the other sooner or later.
its just a matter of who wins.
and when.
- Jan 18 2009

Promotion

You give me Butterflies and sometimes even Dragonflies
I can feel them flying around my heart as it pumps a feeling of warmth and desire through my veins
A trail of buzzing need left from your single touch , a single heart beating as it hits the iron bars restricting it to let out one single solitary sound.
A dream a thousand years ago could kill a little bird, a plenty foot steps in the sand could blind the naked eye.
A glance my way could send my heart in a thousand different directions, all ending with a "u".
Suddenly the world goes slow, arm in arm a puzzle perfect, something lost now found beating all around to a unuttered tune
dont you understand that we belong
Among all the trapped voiceless beating clocks while ours can sing out in perfect harmony or melodie what ever comes to mind
Because you know, that you give me Butterflies and sometimes even Dragonflies.
I see them while i lay gazing in the dark; they dance and sing a simple hymn around a blazing fire.
They put on a show, to hide the depleted meaning, of want and greed. it almost seems so, to take something so indescribable.
The piano plays a tune as we dance around the room while the pen swirls a tale of stories in a journal
Maybe one day they'll understand you and me, the silly things they can not see, that give me the shivers down my spine, sending a wave of overwhelming adore down the nerves to the tips of my fingers, where they meet your own.
Because you know, that you give me Butterflies and sometimes even Dragonflies.

Oh tell me

You are my analgesia, you take the night and turn it to day, your beguiling sense of humor drives me dawn till dusk.
While all the world sleeps in soundless slumbers, there will always be the silent ring of happy lyrics, with skin as white as winters snow a storm brews between us, pulling the clouds to a never ending space with rain fall down poor and winds sharp as an icy stare on a frigid summers dream.
A cat naps on a table while stars fill the sky, the world all around us pours with unuttered cries. A young lady calling for a child, A child calling for a chance to have a feeling of contentment, A woman calls for her unborn child, doomed to die within the hour, A war broken out there, while a genocide happens over here.
You are my analgesia, you take the night and turn it to day, your beguiling sense of humor drives me dawn till dusk.
Paint a picture that all will regard full of life and color. One has a dream while the other has a thought, put it into action, for maybe, he shall not. To all actions there is a reaction to be viewed upon, one spoken word can follow a thousand hidden. Blame all others but yourself, have a little tea party with molasses.
A diary filled with thoughts and actions speaking of his beauty here and her jealousy there. He would kill for a spot on those pages, filled with her story, beautiful and horrific, nonsensical and empathizing. There for all others while they are no where to be found. Feelings of regret and anxiety grip at your chest, pulling tugging tearing at your innermost fears, bringing them to life before your eyes. So tell me here and there child, where is the beauty in our world now?
within each and everyone one of you its just waiting to be found.

Till the sun rose

Shes prefect like a diamond in the sky
Only one fault lies behind those perfect eyes
A wilted rose she is
Broken and protected with thorns dull but piercing to the heart
Blank paper fills her books
Flattened petals caress the pages with a gentle horror
Filling them with life and color; beauty and deception
Making the moon shine bright in the sky
As you look deep into thyne eyes
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die.
A ludicrous little dream that worms its way deep into our deepest desires
You crave her like the hunter craves the hunted
The wind that whistles through her hair
Sweet nothingness fills the air
Holding onto the stem as it impinges through your skin
Infecting your blood like wildfire
Spreading through your body
Sending pain and agony to the farthest corners of your mind.
Blinding you , creating a poison, a evil, a secret delight
You are bereft of reason, why not indulge in this esoteric being
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts lead to untold places and unsaid histories
Faith placing footsteps in place for us to follow
Picking roses along the way

unfinished

He's the foot ball player , who's playn' her heart
She's the ball up in the air, there if he wants
In his arms one minuet then across the field
Take a chance, Make a run for it

Blue skies and Butterflys
Tea cups and Cherry pie
Stained Dresses in a line
Mistakes that are all mine
Two people in a field
Hand in Hand they are one
Hearts beating like a drum
Music ringing in the air
Hour by Hour it all becomes clear
Decorate the Christmas tree
Paint a picture of perfection
A stare that could last a eternity
A life that will be forever changed

Do you ever wonder what to do, when others are less involved then you?
When you start a plan, for a spectacular dance
And you are more devoted then the others, but cant seem to shake them off the planning?

Do you ever wonder why, there are a thousand stars, way up in the sky?
Do you ever wonder why, light turns to dark? and day turns to night?
Do you ever just sit here and wonder
About the things that make our world
Do you ever wonder why?
Do you ever stop and look at the detail?
Do you ever "stop and smell the roses?"
Do you ever stop rushing right on by
All the beauty and wonder thats right outside
Take a second even a minuet and just look
Your parents say its rude to stare, but this is a exception
for a exceptional sight.


Discovery Channel - I Love the World commercial

I love the mountains
I love the clear blue skies
I love big bridges
I love when great whites fly
I love the whole world
And all its sights and sounds
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da
I love the oceans
I love real dirty things [Mike Rowe]
I love to go fast
I love Egyptian kings
I love the whole world
And all its craziness
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da [Richard Machowicz]
I love tornadoes [Joshua Wurman]
I love arachnids [Bear Grylls]
I love hot magma
I love the giant squids
I love the whole world
It's such a brilliant place
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da [Jamie Hyneman and Adam Savage]
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da [Stephen Hawking]
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da
............