Penciled Dreams

I dreamt in black and white sketches

Tumbling thoughts, penciled in faces flicker in my minds eye

Speckles of laughter fell from the captions on the misty pages of the glancing moment

A glimmer of you in the pen and ink

The moment the words fell from the wound

that bled this night onto me

I dreamt in black and white sketches

Black and white dreams of you filled my night

One falling into another, stumbling slumber swept me away

To a black and white night

With you.

Two Turns To One

Standing somewhere on the edge of my end
I think back to these words that came from my pen
Two seconds to fall is all it would take
Two seconds to fall and these walls they would break
A smile that mirrors the warm glow of the sun
Melted the tower that was built to escape a lonely love
One soul recognized the other I know that its true
Friends for eternity for all we have been through
Two seconds to fall is all it would take
Two seconds turned to one as these walls started to quake
One second is all left to end this martyrs plight
If I thought about loving you for the rest of my life

Who am I

Who are you I ask
Who am I he answers
Searching
Wanting
Longing for release


Who are you I ask
Who am I you answer
I am you, you are me
That is no answer he screams
As she disappears into the mist

Your journey is a long one
It spans a million years
When the answer falls around you
You will weep a million tears

Who are you I ask
Who am I you roar
You are the journeyman
The moments slip away
Into the grey
Day turns to night, night turns to day


Weary traveler searching
Fighting for a cause
Never giving up never giving pause

Then one day a revelation
In the form of a white dove
The word forms from your soul
The word it is Love

Appearing wrapped in light
Her tears fall like rain
But they fall from joy
Not from pain


Who are you she ask
Who am I he says
I am you, you are me
I know the meaning
It came from up above
She whispers tell me now
He answers we are love.

Right Brain - Big Brain - Slow Train choo choo

Spanning a lifetime I look back upon my years on this earth as surreal.

The moments I have had

The people I have come into contact with

The men I have loved

The places I have been

The children I have been given.

The one thing that amazes me most is the beauty of life. Every rocky road leads to a golden highway, every hard battle fought is an amazing lesson learned.

When we are given our lives on the day of conception or birth however you look at it, we are given an infinite amount of choices.

We can chose at any given moment to make a choice to do one of an infinite amount of things. How incredibly beautiful is that?

What sways us to choose what we do, mood, outside opinions, brain chemistry, a split second decision is usually based on pure instinct, what sways our instinct.

As we get older we can make split second decisions based on experience and reasoning, the amount of energy our brains exude at points like that must be incredibly immense. To be able to imagine what process chemically the brain goes through in a split second is astounding.

What causes some adults to make poor choices and some to always seem to be on top of the world. Brain chemistry?? Lessons learned from parents? A more connected thought process.

Ever have a friend who made decisions and based his end result at 5 years down the road.

Ever have a friend that based his decisions on the end results in 5 minutes?

What makes one think more Logically that they can for-see an end result years from now, and Passionate thinkers who think of only tomorrow.............

Which one are you ??

What can we do to be more logical, or more passionate...............I think it all has to do with chemistry and electricity.
The world runs on it, so do we.

So does this eliminate the fate factor.....do we make our own fate?? I believe so.
Being we are entities that run on electrical impulses, and energy can be transferred...........how much of an influence to we have on our outside world.

The possibilities in the life you are given are endless, how have you taken advantage of your choices?

What do you think.............what is your brain telling you now?

Rest in Peace

Rest in Peace Funny Man

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Is Writing Like Sex?

Ever sat down around midnight and just poured words onto paper? Its like a brain orgasm when its good. It's nights like that, I want to hold onto forever and not stop writing. I finally finished the outline for my book last night. If any of you remember I started completely over a few months ago when I had someone edit and completely screwed up my head as far as my story line. My story all of a sudden wasnt my vision and I couldnt make the changes that were suggested. So I started over with the idea in mind to not make it so historical, so I dont have to be so history correct, and made it more fiction.
If your wondering what its about, think Wuthering Heights but in the times of Camelot. War, love, and death.
Midnight is my Muse II
A silent echo through the night
New born thoughts stolen in flight
A clock strike's twelve and hits a chord
Moving away instead of toward
Grab my hand come with me
Beyond this realm you will be free
Follow my lead he speaks with dark eyes
Feel the blackness of night deep in your mind
Close your eyes lift your face
Come with me to this special place
Absorb the breeze you feel in your soul
Bow to the night, answer the call
Fire and passion, words burst forth
Onto this paper with a vigilent force
Swirling colors in black and gold
Speaking of tales never before told
Feel the momentum, the rise and fall
Feel your energy, answer the call
The climax comes, loud and strong
The words pour onto the paper before long
You put down your pen and wait for the sun
Cherish these times that keep you young
The sweet morning air comes to intrude
Chasing away your beautiful muse.

Midnight is my Muse II

A silent echo through the night
New born thoughts stolen in flight

A clock strike's twelve and hits a chord
Moving away instead of toward

Grab my hand come with me
Beyond this realm you will be free

Follow my lead he speaks with dark eyes
Feel the blackness of night deep in your mind

Close your eyes lift your face
Come with me to this special place

Absorb the breeze you feel in your soul
Bow to the night, answer the call

Fire and passion, words burst forth
Onto this paper with a vigilent force

Swirling colors in black and gold
Speaking of tales never before told

Feel the momentum, the rise and fall
Feel your energy, answer the call

The climax comes, loud and strong
The words pour onto the paper before long

You put down your pen and wait for the sun
Cherish these times that keep you young

The sweet morning air comes to intrude
Chasing away your beautiful muse.

The Burn of Creation.....Together

Afternoon musings............................
I have a 6th sense, its keen and sharp and has never failed me once.
I sense evil afoot in the form of naricissism.
It wasnt hard to pick out, you just have to be more aware to see it.
Why do some people push the envelope in life. Push it to the point that they want to test themselves. Going up again evil time and time again.
Fighting the allure instead of the guns and war?
I used to be one of these people, sometimes I still sense myself pushing that envelope, but Ive been bloodied and scarred too much to jump back into a war with my soul. Im enjoying the sun.
When one pushes the envelope so far, pushing themselves to the brink of jumping over that edge, we tend to forget who else we may be pushing away.
You never see it till its too late, you step back from that ledge and turn around and you realize, the reason it has gotten so deathly quiet is you have finally once again pushed your relationships to the point of extinction.
Is it selfish?? Is it self serving?? Is it the only way for you to feel anything worth while??
Is the usual too usual for you, do you crave the searing burn of the war.
Just one question, is it worth the loss, can you grieve once more in life over the death of something you have killed.
I think the only way to make it work and if you do make it work you are lucky, is to invite your love into the war with you. Fight together and go into the fire.
Love is the only thing that will ever win any war.

Celibacy

I finally felt my toes touch the ground
Yet swept away by a river of nothing.
Swirling in an empty pool.
Echo's resound on the banks of my life.
Tired and flacid the warrior that once stood tall
Empty and dark the castle it stormed
Longing for a dance, a puppet on a string
Faithful, faithless, a fallen angel in a sea of liquid life.