Every now and then I forget why I’m here. Nothing can matter if you have no fears. Anytime I feel the earth under my feet, I’m reminded of grounded nature. The sound and the beats of leafs. The hum and whistle-whir of engines in the street. The daily meet and greet of walking-onward’s. Burn it use it but never waste it. Too many do; I walk in the forest instead. Connected through my limbs to the ground and transcending with sight beyond bounds. I discard thoughts of absolution. I will never find solace in retribution. Yet, I may find resolution here. Down and ground and twists and earth-made-rock-steps traversed only by large bounds, upside down, hanging without a sound the pale oak-cast shadows that drown, over the lake that speaks in tongues which confound those who never look around.

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The stars look high but the sky is low.
Got just one thing to do and nowhere to go.
They lie again and again to me.
A realistic outlook I will not see.
Time flies by so rapidly but
I run with it defiantly.

Twisting, diving, spinning and turning. Watching the flow drift and soar, weaving patterns of worlds up in the air. Energy that warps, bends, has no end. Like a lucid dream that never wakes. Water silently roaring, cascading down, falling into the deep abyss below.

Under the earth where the water falls is a lake of emotion. The limestone walls are of lies and pains. It flows into a steam of time through the tunnels of direction. Sight leads to the left and an endless fall. Collapse. The right leads past the walls and outside, and can only be traversed with word. Empathy.

Outside the trees grow tall, the energy spirals and the stream flows between them all, into another lake. Ripples form on the surface and meet. Scatter. Converge. Waters meet as one lake, one mind. Time ends. The winds pick up suddenly. A storm carries droplets into the grass where they sink back down into the earth. Cycle.

The light will all waste away
Waste away
Waste away
The dark will all waste away
Waste away
Waste away
These clichés will waste away
Waste away
Waste away
The will to stay alone will stay
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I showed the workings of the mind.
All they saw was that they were blind.
The words and colors didn’t mix.
I threw the mask down and it broke into sticks.

This is a world of many rains.
Of pouring downs and flooded street-drains.
I had stopped hearing the cities call.
In the woods I found a misting fall
The water decent down like walls.

Down into a slow creek that became a surging stream.
The stream moved on and flowed to a river.
The river surged, gaining power.

I pondered why the water below
the falls somehow moved so slow.

I wanted to be like the water.

I know it’s not the time or place
but I stopped and resolve stumbled when I saw your face
something about it made it shine so clear
that I have so much to do before I disappear.

My ears have yet to stop hearing the sound.
Those voices that tell me I have long to go.
I will keep walking along this road
until your heart turns so shallow.

This is not the way for me
I need to find some kind of sympathy
These pillars of life no longer throw light,
they only throw shadows.

Tremors and trembling tributes to things I once thought.
All of these artifacts of things that I sought,
of goals with half-hearted meaning and places I never wanted to go.
How was I ever to know?

A class ring, a medal, a broken CD.
A stone from the river and a handful of earth.
A diploma of worth, on the back I wrote out how I would no longer be.
I wanted to disappear.
Your visage stopped me here.

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Just tell me one thing.
It’s all I want to know.
A few simple words that could answer so much for me.
The way you look at me, the way I look at you.
Of the connection we share, what truth there is to us.
Just tell me how much this will hurt.

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I wanted you to know something but I can’t remember what it is.
I wanted to say something but the words went and hid.
I wanted to learn something, something new and amazing.
I wanted to view something, but clouds made the image dim.
I wanted so many things that I never got to live.