The Reality Is.

The easiest, way

to look is inside.

The hardest part

to find is outside.

Conversation grows,

if the outside is found.

Interest peaks,

if the inside rises.

Finding both,

seems near impossible.

Light.

It clicks with a short push.

It starts with a quiet flicker and nod.

All the emotions of a world,

tucked beyond the pond.

Where, When, Why, How...

It all depends on a choice.

What feelings you want to feel.

What emotions you want to show.

What place you care to go.

Some people show, some just don't know the flow.

If you see open your heart, your mind, your soul,

It can bring you to a place you know or

want to

care to

have to

go.

It brings us near, it brings us far.

A few wishes,

A few loves,

A few hates,

A few pauses.

Rewarded with a star, a statue.

Cared for by one, or many, or no one at all.

It's all within you,

what you want,

what you care,

what you wish,

what you need,

what you must have...

In the Moment.

In that Space.

Right Now.

Where to next?

New York.

Key West.

San Francisco.

Charleston.

Alaska.

Nicaragua.

Spain.

Australia.

Anywhere but here.

Fed Up.

With the issues.

With the problems.

With the arguments.

With the bickering.

With the whining.

With the backstabbing.

With the looks.

With the noises.

With the stress.

With the drama.

With the responsibility.

I'm done.

The Collapse.

Heavy breathing....

Whizzing in and out of the nose.

Pricking eyes,

Shoulders shrugging,

Mind racing,

Feet tingling.

Almost ending.

About time.

Where.

Where will it start,

begin,

move.

When will it break,

open,

soothe.

Why does it stall,

stammer,

fall.

How will it end,

summer, spring, winter, or fall.

Salty and Sweet.

It starts with a moment,

a feeling, a pull...

It grows with an intensity,

a jar, a lull...

It moves over the porcelain,

a trickle, a mill...

It slides, it seeps, it makes peace.

Speeding Up.

If the black belt goes too fast,

grab for the red cord.

If the tempo rises,

grab for the red cord.

When the music pumps,

push just a little further.

If the sweat starts to cascade,

hit the up arrow just a little harder.

When the jiggles start to jive,

punch the up arrow.

Now you have the pace,

Now you have the jist,

Now you're getting there...

Don't forget to return.

Breathing Free Once Again.

The mornings lift

with a serenity that's been missing for so long.

The day awakens,

with the promise of something new,

bright,

colorful,

exciting,

positive,

and better.

The evenings roll in

with something that waa missing for so long,

the strength of me knowing it wasn't you all along,

it was me,

who was the better of the best friends.

Dreams Revived

7 years later,

the metal and water still are soothing to my ears.

after absences,

the crisp ice still brings chills to my body.

7 years later,

my dream returns to reality once again.

Love My Dream.

Ending what was dying all along.

Trying so hard not to care,

but it's still mostly there.

Wishing I could easily forget you,

but you keep coming back as a regret.

Thinking it will be easier,

but time makes things a bit harder.

Wanting to stay light years away,

but others in between make it not so far away.

Seeing it was time to walk on by,

makes me know I am strong.

Blondie.

You think you're stronger.

I am.

You think you know more.

I do.

You think you've experienced life.

My shoes have holes.

You think you're tough.

Try me.

You wanna push.

I'll pull.

You think it's all about you.

Hang around me awhile and you'll see you are not as great as you seem to think you are.

Watch your back....

Because now I'm pissed.

Told you.

A fair warning...

over, and over, and over again.

Stretching, running, hanging...

SLAM, SMACK, LUNGE.

A fair warning...

once, twice, three times and over again.

BANG, CRASH, SCREECH, you are down.

blood. yelps. teeth digging in. torn flesh.

you were warned.

lock it up, unless you need another warning.

Next time she won't be so nice.

Thump Thump.

the pulsating, the throbbing

ears closed.

the ringing, the pounding

brightness hurts.

the flowers. the trees. the wind.

bring nothing but pain.

Old Fashioned.

a brush, a stroke, a smear

riding over the dusty snow

a mistake, a tear, a smudge

its over its done its not always final.

Lost or Running

The mist follows down the slippery rocks

Can it hold?

The ashes blow into the fierce winter wind

Will they dissolve?

The dew evaporates into the heat and dryness of the mid morning

Ever to return?

Here and Gone, Then and Now.

Starting Fresh

The cover opens to reveal the blackened sky

Evil encompasses.

The rivers have overflown and now spread their fifth over the land

Evil rises.

Falling, Fading, Crashing

Evil Wins.