Could this be true? You say these are traditions,
we keep to these, traditions. Why would we question?
Things to be done this way and that. We don't turn.
We don't change. There is no grey lines when it comes
to you. You say we must do as you say, but what about love?

Vanilla

Kindness, it comes from a bean
such a subtle little taste. Warm.
Welcoming. Can help with the utter
bitterness. It could be on par with honey.

Give the honey. Make it sweeter. 

Small voice, speaking in such love.

Telling a way that is lead, a way that's chased,

calling to me, as a dream to fly away.

Stilettos

Step, take a step. One foot in front of another.
Clank of a heel, that echos, a small pounding
some find it obnoxious, but this is where my power is victories.

All I Need

Sip of a cold mix of milk and espresso,
takes over ever fibber of my being. Thoughts
racing, heart pumping, an unnerving feeling
shaking display of whether to be or run.

Thoughts of my own, actions obscene,
yet you take all of me. You love me.
Others hide and run from this crazy side.

Bring me closer to your arms, bringing me closer,
not turning away. My heart melts of this unspeakable
love, I cannot understand or touch. Under this mind
only you can love me. Only you want me.

Bring me Back

Needing the chill, inner voice
where do you tell me to run?
Searching the ground, tips of grass
soothing my mind. Racing ahead
it goes to another longing.

Waiting, impatient, where are you now?

Words, processing, girls, tis the season
or month that happens. Dedication to faith
heart beats that tell the truth. Faltering for all.

Simple

This mind that goes at it's own pace, that see it as black or white.
While hers is all sorts of colors. Dialogue is erratic.
He speaks of the chill surround them, pulling in his sweater.
She twirls and takes off her jacket.
Walking up the stairs, focused on the flames that are sure to bring warmth
Grabbing his hand, pulls him to the wind. Awkwardly moving
releasing her hand, opening the door, he settles in the lazy-boy.

Self

Kicking, screaming, taunting, it's on the horizon.
Lingering in the air, it tells a story of it's own.

Within

Lay this paper here, use the paper and pencil to find
the pattern that lays within. Scribbles you're told not
do to. Stay within the lines, but here you make the lines.
Finding a figure within. Life helped on this rule break.

Releasing into this new found pleasure. It's waves come forth
the bumps shown. A symbol to life not being a map to follow.

I Am.

Find me in the quiet,
wait for the world to be sill.
Let the silence encompass you.

Why run when you know I see.
I see all, your comfort only comes
from me. Those object, things, pleasures
they all fail you. Come to me.

Nothing else will bring the joy I do.
Compassion is because of me.
Your peace is what I give you.
Love is the beginning of it all.

Fall

Crisp air grab a hold, my bones quiver
the shawl is pulled tighter, his hand pulls her in closer.

Sweet Apple.

You stand and watch, from a distance so it's like
It's like a play. Yes that's right. You played me.
A play on the world, maybe, yes, even the world was fooled.
I trusted you. Even when I knew better. But you had an apple.

You seemed so sweet and kind. There could be no harm.
A sweet old lady with an apple. I had just thought to make pie.
Watching me. She looked so intently. Maybe it's simply
her age and that is what happens when you're old.
No one could harm me here. No one even knows I'm here.

It's almost as if no one knows I exist. You knew though.
You sought me out. Your evil could not be hidden. His
light shines bright than yours an cast you out. Here I stay
strong. . . Be gone with you. No matter the mask, he tells me the truth.

Breathe.

Voices follow everywhere, saying this and that.
We follow those here and there. Why? What do they have?
What don't I have? It's all about the why and not about
the moment. Who cares?

We need this, you need that. What's important?
Work? Food? Are those the only things with value?

Taking a pause, looking around, see what they have.
Is there true joy there? Are you filled with joy?
What matters? Is it this things? Are things what's important?

People! Breathe. Is it not a beautiful day?
Were you given another day of life?

Look around at those you've neglected.
Say hello, give a smile, be the change. It's not the world
that is completely at fault. We are the world.
If we want a change in the world, it comes from us first.

Caution

Anxious, running like a chicken with it's head cut off,
that's what my insides feel like. I need your peace.
Making quick judgements, acting instantly before thinking.
That's what has gotten me here. A bottomless pit.

Darkness is all around me. I thought I was going the right way.
What a silly thought.

A tugging at my heart and in my gut, saying this was all wrong.
My voice yelled louder to run. The quick pleasure won.

Cradled in the darkness, only your soft voice can reach me.
I am confused by whose speaking to me and what it's asking of me.
What do these riddles mean? Why is it so comforting?
I stand at your asking, unsure of what I'm to do.
One step at a time. You guide me with your love. I finally meet you.

I am in awe with your fulfillment of peace and life.

Filled

There is only one thing, he stands alone, but never leaves me alone.
I can be so grateful and thankful for knowing you. That is all I know.
You call to me when I run. You catch me when I stumble. Both due
to my own self-centered and selfish ways. I cannot always meet what
you ask of me. It seems like to much, but it is not being about to trust
myself with what you've entrusted to me. Your ways are pure. Mine fail.

I wish this would be constant Lord, as constant as you.

Darkness

Ripping from the outside, turning off the lights,
All is being taken over by the darkness.

The past is waiting for the future to grab hold,
Until the moments come all is left waiting in the darkness.

Splitting the wood, removing the axe from the core,
With wanting to put the pieces together but can’t see in darkness.

The dreams the little girl held and never let go,
Got taken away in the nights darkness.

Waiting for the loving touch to come back,
But taken away forever in the darkness.

Being brought back to a time of everything being planned,
To a time of where no one knew of the darkness.

To an underlines defeat of ruins,
While one wants Rebecca out the darkness.

Alone

Trapped is this valley, it has a never ending descend.
You continuous call out to me, but all I hear is each bone
smacking each rock, branch, or tree my limbs smack.
You come searching for me in times of need, when I run
my way, instead of going down the path you've made for me.

The final smack of reaching bottom to have all the junk, pain,
every thought of wrong, be washing over every piece of me.
All I can do is call out for you. Knocking on each door calling
for you, but when I finally come humbly your there with open arms.

Aviators

Hiding from the world,
Becoming a new identity
Thinking of a new attitude.
I give power to those
That wear me.

The dark reflecting gray,
With the subtle roundness.
Or the half mooned shaped
Anyone could pull off.
Many could even feel
A sense of badassness.

Feeling they could be
Fighting back in the war.
Pulling off my look
And could conquer the
World one look at a time.

Who ever wears me, will
Never leave my style.
They gain a new sense
Of confidence, that never ends
People have been rockin’ my
Look since planes were created.

Only One

A peaceful moment that can only be caused by one thing.
There is nothing else that exist that can bring about even
close to being and equal measure of this moment. Many
search their whole life to experience this moment. Filling
the space with money, sex, false intimacy, adrenaline, etc.
Nothing can compare. Only one thing can fulfill that need.

He gives the answers, and brings peace, love,
a compassion that no one else and nothing else
could. This love is never ending nor is he failing.