I am sure to try and grip
The little dreams
Small things between
Of the learned
Rights and Wrongs
Come on won't you sing our song?

Not too fast
And not too slow
No one wants to live this life alone.
Yet only you can chase your dreams.
So lets make dreams
Mixed and matched
You and I can't get trapped
Cause we're living amongst each others dreams
And aimlessly lost in love.
Come on won't you sing our song?

And so it goes-
We don't believe in lies
You and I got truth just right.
We've got something to live for
Truths of today
And tomorrows mysteries
Taking flight
In each corner of our eyes.
Cause what I know is not much
But its enough
Yeah you and I are gunna be alright.

My bones are holding strong.
I can taste your heartbeat
And it tastes just right.
Your not alone
Cause we've got truth and time-
Dreams intertwined
Come on won't you sing our song?

And we all got these big ideas
About living and life
You and I
Well we will keep them small
Cause we don't believe in lies
Just tiny matter
Of flesh blood and bones
Existing in time
And truth.

You've got my trust
And hopeless lust
To live simple
Not alone.
You took my dreams and I took yours
Now come on
Won't you sing our song?

I am mentally learning how to adjust to the world and how it is suppose to be through my eyes.
May 3, 2010


I am questioning who I am to find out who I am suppose to be.
February 11, 2010

We made a home,
The sort of home you call your own.
I loved it there-
People always coming and going,
It was almost perfect there.
But we had it all taken away-
My things are in boxes,
Gravities could no longer hold us down.
It was having a home
And having it taken away.
I'm scared to go back there.
The porch will never sit the same-
I'll never be the same.

We moved by the river,
Foxes for neighbors.
But there is still a weight
Resting on my bones,
I still think about that home.
A place I found to finally call my own.
I hope the memories fade away,
Fast away.
I feel sad having had it taken away.

Place to place
I've found I've gone,
But all I want
Is a home of my own
A simple life,
With a clock that ticks slow.
A place for dreams to grow,
A place to call my own.

In three months time
I'll move far to the west.
Maybe then I'll unpack the boxes
Begin to live.
I have this whole story written-
Where the mountains are higher
The sky wider
The lakes deeper
And a home to build.
A place with lots of people,
The good kind of people.
Then I'll start my life new,
Free from the fears I've found here-
Let go of lies.
Then
There I'll start to truly live my life.

Bottled in your face
The pain-
The glory-
I can always see it there.
It is what I fear my dear,
Your never really near.

Smiles hide the tears
You and I
Know
Are captured there.
Its what you fear
That was never really there.

So we come
And together we go.
Will we ever be able to let go?
Of what was near
That we thought was always there?

Our floor-
Three bodies consume.
Old wooden floors,
Noisy hinges-
Harnessing dreams
That we hope to one day own.

In a city
All mess
We strive
For what to us is unknown
Though we need it
To be our true own.
Will we make it?
Or be sucked in-
Oh the societal undertows.

I sit alone.
In the darkened cold-
Silence-
Stillness-
My thoughts solus
Drifting to places I wish to go.

Have you ever...
Felt scarred?
Cause you know
It'll be hard
To make it.
To make whatever it is you want
Your own?

We've all felt scarred.
In our thoughts
Hopes-
Tears fallen for yearnings
We strive to hold.

The apartment,
May just seem old
And cold,
But what it holds-
Three little human lives,
Painting their worlds whole
Fearing the fates and fortunes
Society folds.

I'll wish big
And dream hard.
I'll paint it all in gold-
Live simple.
Part of this all,
Its just having that dream.
Surreal
Or real,
Fighting these fears-
That is what will steer
Visionaries to come in clear.

Why?
Do we always want so badly
What we will never have?
Like stars in our pockets
Or the dreams we have at night.

Sometimes I pretend
What I want
Is all the lies
Consuming time
Of too many thoughts.
Then I lose them
As if they were never mine.

But then I fall asleep
And I fill my pockets with stars.
I am catching them there as they fall.
On my lashes
And my lips.
These will always be my secrets
Resting here in the silent night of my lonely finger tips.

Maybe tomorrow
In daylights grace
I'll empty my pockets.
And all the stars
Will grow so BRIGHT
And explode and implode
For all to uphold.

But why?
Can't I have what I want?
Maybe because
There is a hole in my pocket.
And rest comes easy at night
When you dream of what is just a might.

River Soul

The river
It was wide and windy
So we all sat afloat
And there,
That day
My dreams were wide and windy

The coulds they drifted
Over the break of trees
Where the wide winged bird did soar.

Soared like the soul-
Soul of the river
And each heart soaring afloat.

When the leaves have all fallen
The trees have stood lonely
Then you remember
There, the steeple in cold.

The gate still open
The headstones fighting frost
The road still
Alone.

Soon you know
Through the window panes
The icicles will begin to grow
And your alone
Through the winter cold.

I had a revelation.
And it was full of color,
Dust,
And dreams.
Things I've always seen
But here I stand.
Human body whole.
Able-d.
Waiting to unfold.
STOP
Waiting-
Is what this revelation told.
This is what I now know,
So truth behold...
Color, dust, and dreams
Are all you really need
To be s e e n
And find all the in betweens
That you should have always seen
When false realities where blinding your mind.
OPEN YOUR EYES.
Fight the fog.
Then
There
You'll see your dreams
Dust and color.
Fallen into all the in betweens.

Who Are My People?

Who Are My People?

My People? Who are they?
I went into the church where the congregation
Worshiped my God. Were they my people?
I felt no kinship to them as they knelt there.
My people! Where are they?
I went into the land where I was born,
Where men spoke my language . . .
I was a stranger there.
"My people," my soul cried. "Who are my people?"

Last night in the rain I met an old man
Who spoke a language I do not speak,
Which marked him as one who does not know my God.
With apologetic smile he offered
The shelter of his patched umbrella.
I met his eyes. . . And then I knew . . . .

-Rosa Zagnoni Marinoni

Well we ran into some trouble.
We will float or we will sink.