simple truths

I have nothing to say. There are a million words waiting under my tongue, but none are worth the effort. Each as acid as the next. Waiting for a chance to sizzle a hole through the next face that dares to smirk at me with lies. I can't stand to be so negative. Knowing what it will bring to me, I sit silenced, my tongue cut. But "idle are the Devil's hands." So, I will safely lock away my devil, inside the ink, where it can do no harm. Then, I can smirk back, with truly nothing to say for I have already screamed it.

Take a deep breath, let yourself be Appreciate life and all that you see. Open your heart, not just your mind It's Fine. Or, at least it will be. Today tribulations are not the end all, There will be more tomorrow! Simply savor today, the sweet and the sorrow.

You have a life and things to do Don't let distractions get the best of you. Do remember that life waits for no one Enjoy what is now. Your things to do will get done.

An earth sized rainbow sitting on the axis of change. As it stands, we of flux and flow have no lines or borders, only the ones we draw our conclusions to. With perfect sights, on perfect change. The gradient of color so fine it is unnoticeable, but the separation of the two worlds undeniable. Now darkness settles, as lights come on for the ever changing other side. We, of flux and flow We, of definite change and boundary Sit still In honor and awe of the helplessly powerful love and mercy our world shows. With an eye forever on the undeniable unnoticeable change.

A slight tinkle, muffled chimes as the breeze begins to blow through the millions of complex leaves in the trees together. A churning coolness, stirring life damp clouds soaring welcoming the rain as it falls again. Breathing the drenched air Smelling the new earth Thunder. Booms In sync with my heart. Exhale. Away in the wind.

My lists keep growing Disorder taking the reign I sit here the same.

You found me on the playground, kicking rocks and calling names. You told me how alike we were. You asked me to play your games.         I was young and thought no harm         to play your games and take your arm. You pulled out every trick you had, with no shame upon your face. You played dirty but didn't care, You had won the chase.        I was growing then, and had a mind        but I couldn't know. I was blind. You did not earn the prize you held, working me, to win it all. You played it how you pleased, and left me to carry the ball.        I was grown then, but went along        I had yet to learn that I was strong. You handed off each hard pass, you carried on while I called foul. You stood deaf as I cried for rules. It was You, who threw in the towel.       I was older then and wiser still       to your crooked ways and how they kill. You blame me for blowing the whistle. I'm at fault? Why this game didn't work? You stonewal