Keep the words needed coming that are
seen as barren passages, needing no
words but all the words lay in the right
place to see. Seen only when looking at
the truth behind the words shown. But knowledge
it needed for these words to be heard
for the cause the sees, knowledge
of what to become in the ended
that only one knows and we're simply a
piece moving on our own guidance
ignoring the ways to go. The struggle
lets it be known of the wrong, but
the words pulled us in to this. The answer
should be shown rather than seek.

Barren streets with the glistening light of street lamps
Showing the way, pulling you out of a world created
For one to see what is to come, to those who
Wait for the one who truly sees them.

See them beyond a life of waiting in the rain.

Kicked back and forth as the keys go from the white to the

black but return to the one kicking off the beat.

Melody caring the ways of the heart through the wind,

unsure of where to turn, how to catch the right heart

playing with them all till seeing one. It is believed

to be able to handle, all this coming towards it

but what it wont know is the ending need a

question they cannot ask.

Clicks

A piece to hold none could match
a way to faze this snowy night
the chills rising but a desired chill
to call up those frosted tips of the

fingers inter laced with mine. A chill
not from the north nor south but
from the soft lips of the hold. Small

tingles a purity and comfort race
through body and mind. Leaving
a winters night for all those who
delight in the view of moon light.

Marvel

A world not bending nor breaking
for a wild change to come a calamity
of words that were innocent. Innocent to
the one spoken and seen but was it truly

as innocent as they were? Were the innocence
spoken or assumed - for what purpose to
feel this way of wonder, wonder what in this
a wondering place of question to life of

seen of marveling. Marvel - yes to marvel
a place of innocently spoken words seen
between two who wanted these things
things of life and love. Love? Whom speaks

of love innocently? Innocent love was a time
in a age where traditions were known and
respected not thought as a thing to be ignored
as a time to change. A wild change to calamity.

Friend

A phone call and get some advice
All that is needed for this tangent to end
of thoughts running through my mind.
Thoughts running rampant, or taking over

me the answer is unsure of the outcome
I'm told to cry out to you but will I receive
the need I am searching for? Like a wish
Shall it be granted? Am I making you a

genie of some sort. Grant me a wish to
know these answer that seem unanswerable.
Are they? Is there an answer under the surface
of it all that I am missing? What if the

answer is not in what they are missing but in
me. I am the one missing, answer yes, it is me,
me the one seeking an answer that is needed for
this riddle. A riddle of life I am ignoring and

running from. Yet running for to find an answer
that has yet to be found. But you are the
beholder of the answer. Yes granting the wish
of crying out to you an bending a knee for

what is being asked. Asked in a quit
cry inside but pushed away, but now
it is all there with having you nearer
with love.

Tangled

Crossing a line feeling safety,
Is this safety? Can this be truly
happening or is this all a place to
be kept a secret. Yes a secret. Why

must this be a secret world. Oh just
us. Only us be in here. Only for us
to know. No one will see what happens
here or where it is to go. A journey for

a duo that was not meant to be
but a duo that will out last them
all. A story disney will envy and
wish he has written it first.