The Sea

Those eyes that are the sea.

Deep and near and distant.

Gray. Green. Blue.

Wild and waiting for the sun.

Relentless showers sprinkle down 

with both rage and elegance.

Brokenness and dignity.

Pouring. Racing. Falling rain.

down

down

down.

All that can't be held another moment

In those eyes. 

Those eyes that are the sea.

Sunshine

A survivor. Walkin' down the same old street.

Till lightning raced and thunder drummed. 

The day came through the backdoor.

The sky fell and so did his heart.

Crashin' down till carried away.

'Cause her name was Sunshine.

Eatin' ice cream in the rain.

A lil bit o' crazy in her eyes.

Runnin' mad. Laughin' wild.

Always turnin' up the music.

She was Sunshine.

They rode the carousel 'round town.

Belting songs like they knew the words.

She acted like the curtain would never fall.

His world turned right-side-up

With this love like there ain't no yesterday.

'Cause her name was Sunshine.

Eatin' ice cream in the rain.

A lil bit o' crazy in her eyes.

Runnin' mad. Laughin' wild.

Always turnin' up music.

She was Sunshine.

Words

It is true what they say - that not all things can be said with words. Speak anyway. Some things can be said with words and should be.

Worries.

Dear Worries,
See that door? It's your way out. Don't you dare think for even a moment that I'm gonna sit back and let you suck time out of my life and life out of my time. This is my mind and I make the rules. I set the stage. I'm the boss around here. So be on your worry way.
Sincerely,
A-worry-free-mind

Stronger.

~   As long as I live, may my convictions always be stronger than my laziness and my love stronger than my anger.   ~

Hear & Now

Stand on the shore and wave goodbye.
Shut up your worry-filled eyes.
Listen.
Hear and now.

Just peal your trembling fingers off of all that holds you here.
Let it leave.
Make it move.
Have it halt.
Set it soaring.
Feel it finish. 

Just know that all you've got inside you . . .
They can't take it.
They can't break it.
They can't shake it.
Not then, ever, here, or now.

Just know that when you stand your ground and let it go, the world takes a step back.
Then and after.
Here and Now.

Yeah

Me: I just think you should know that I know I'm a professional Situational Confusion-er and I specialize in confusionalizing situationals.
You: What?
Me: Yeah.

Alone

You don't have to look behind you.
You know it's there.
You can feel its fiery breath on your back.
You squeeze your sweating hands firmly into fists but the shaking doesn't cease.
You know deep in your gut it's preparing to attack. 
The rage in its blood never subsides.
You can imagine the beast behind you.
That classic gleam of madness in its eye.
That expression of hunger and dauntless monstrosity.
Its hair standing on end from playful recklessness.
The red scales shimmering in the moon's light as it crouches in the shadows dark as sleeping eyes.
Any moment now it will, all at once, screech and unleash its vicious claws and temper with one giant leap.
His kind have a mind hot and quick and furious as fire.
They're all the same and their violence has no end.
There's nothing you can do.
No escape.
No defense.
No rescue.
All you can do is stand there.
You hear growling and snarling deeper than the sea, louder than cannons.
You stand with your back to it.
Breathless. Helpless.
Sweating. Shaking.
Suspense can be worse than catastrophe.
Waiting can be worse than disaster.
You know you have to face this.
You turn around.
The clash of vibrant swords.
The shouts of battle and conquer and strife.
The sight of familiar faces. 
The hum of the winds of changing the way you see the fight.
You swallow.
You stare your foe in the bloodcurdling face.
You stand your ground because although you're unarmed, this battle isn't over yet.
You may be a lot of things but alone will never be one of them.

Rainy Day

Turning.

Why do people have to grow up?
I'm not so sure about this getting older business.
It turns unashamed laughter into concentration.
It turns near into far.
It turns here into there.
It turns now into then.
And it turns and turns and turns . . . like that the hands of that old grandfather clock in your basement.
It ticks and tocks and talks and talks.
Turning. Turning.

I like things the way they've been.
Can't we stay here?
Innocent eyes filled with dreams untouched by the real world.
Fast to forgive.
Soon to smile.
Quick to rise in love.
Slow to fall.

Dusk.

What is the color of dusk?
It is the deathbed of sunlight.
It is the birth of starlight.
It is the sound of tears blinked back - denying heartbreak.
It is the look on your face when you're standing at the border between Asleep and Awake.
It is a whisper. A stolen moment between the sun and the moon's eyes.
It is the moment after we've said our "good bye"s.
Gray on top of gRay under grAy covered with graY.
What is the color of dusk?
It is my heart when you the close door.

When it Comes to Flowers

All Your Heart

Tomorrow.

Possibility.