When you silence your mind and you allow your heart to speak,
You center your being to a place of safe keep,
You gather the environment inside your soul
You allow your body to move whole.

Into the shadows of my mind for just a time, what you’ll get is nothing of a sign that i am kind.

Only from this pain and sorrow that i learn to cry from my soul.

This is all you need to know, but that i may borrow a page from history, nothing like it that i have seen.

That we all be animals until the last day we breathe.

Do not be afraid to write, for if it must come out let it come out right,

There is no reason to fear the language you hold is clear, your voice of reason is

What keeps feeding this tongue twisting rollercoaster of words, jotted down to

Hold just what your trying to say, can you relate, can you dig, this message is for

The many who are holding notebooks, and a pen in their hand, and a voice deep

Enough to stand.

Dreams I saw from years before and it felt so real but it was just at a glance,

a momentary reminiscence of a long forgotten past,

these days are filled with soo much more then I have ever had.

I can see the sun slowly setting, counting down the hours until I hit my slumber and there will be none, but as I gaze off into the orange split between the clouds of gray, what I see in those few precious moments allows me to slip away if only for a moment, what it does is priceless and all your stress just seems to melt away, you stand there and realize that our gift as conscious beings extended to us from our creator is just that, a simple gift of understanding, seeing the sunset and being able to draw emotion, from a color or a simple twist of the clouds.

I really wanted us to work out and I thought that we had something good but just as your inexperience hit you took off just as I thought you would, you will however find out someday that my love was pure and that you should’ve stayed, but im very sorry to say that itll be too late, because I loved you then and if you knew this to be true, you wouldn’t be unsure about loving me to. What more do I have to say or do, yeah your right life’s not fair, but its sad the way your career will be all tha you please just do me one little favor before I go, don’t let that be your lifes mistake because later on the pain will be way to much to take.

The western sky presents a picturesque view of the setting sun that will soon split the day into two,

It will create a memory, a past, a yesterday of signs, symbols and only you have the key only you have the pass,

But it will be from your own mindful glance to hold and to store when self loathing will be at your front door, and self comfort might seem afar but just remember the nurturing care of mother earth and check out her point of view, I promise it will cure your troubled mind, and aching soul.

I always have a pen in my ear even when I don’t feel like writing, but you can’t stop the words, the thoughts that will suddenly appear,

I have been taught not to fear these sporadic moments of clear thought or insanity, which ever you choose, ill leave it up to you,

When the words take control and it doesn’t seem to ever stop,

That’s when you know, you’ve caught the bug and the ink well will run deep in your mind, gathering images from your past that have been left behind,

Not clear why you had to reminisce but you had to write this shit down so it wouldn’t be a miss.

I love franticly trying to write it all down before I loose that line,

It makes my soul feel ever more alive, being able to experess an emotion on an instant, there’s a sense of power within our being, when creativity takes ahold and its what you start to see that will change your being.

Dissolved from my minds memory, I look back to my past to figure out what path it is that I should see, what have I grasped down this long road and what if any self discovery is there anything I can take as my own, or should my wisdom be all to carry my will and will that protect me from these dark and cold nights lost in the moss covered cobble stones of time the loose rocky rubble where your dreams were misplaced and are forever hard to find, can you scramble your conscious will, regain your thoughts center your soul and press up that hill. Or is the light of your soul so shallow that you cannot find the know how to make yourself glow, challenging moments make us who we are, and there are many paths one can take.

Time

Elapsed rhythms

Waves of mind

Scattered organic feelings

Concentrated thoughts

Straight line

Intuitive existence

Declared,

Realized feared

Persisting moments of insanity

Repeated.