Freedom Found As Thoughts Abound

Do your thoughts give birth to freedom
are you who you thought you'd be
are you everything at once
or nothing more to see
Do your words confine you
can you break from fleshy zoo
Step outside a world comprised
of what we are or do
Can you break monotony
without a single sound
Ripples have effect protect
those gathered all around
Did you wake to find the stakes
much higher than predicted
are you who you thought you were
or to yourself conflicted
Give your voice it's freedom
lift your words to saving grace
be exactly who you are
unto yourself embrace
Find a revelation
in relation to your being
heart's exact that soulful tract
til truth is all your seeing
Worry not young sparrow
tarry not or toil away
your thoughts give birth to freedom
so go free them every day

Who Then

Who then rules the morning
when the clouds do break your skies
Who then holds your afterthoughts
when heart and soul collides
The maker of your afternoon
the one who breaks your gaze
the one who holds you deep inside
with colors on display
Who then rules your evening
with the storm clouds moving in
the one who paints the canvas
when the canvas blanks again
Who then finds your secrets
all your subtle shifts to glide
who then holds you captive
when the darkness falls outside
Who then finds you sleeping
dreaming dreams of passing time
who better here for who my dear
could hold your heart like mine

Technicolor Slide

Lace in midnight grace did shine
that ray of hope cascade
Dreams of blues to past be true
into the darkness fade
Visions vivid myriad
in technicolor slide
deep in dreams where other things
do tend to coincide
Wrapped in soft amazement
blankets warm with skin ablaze
Burning hot with afterthought
on memories she plays
Strands of time undoing
traveled much in laying still
dreams imbue a brighter hue
those things the heart can feel
Lace on midnight's sorrow
for the morrow comes to crash
that ray of hope cascading
moments far too great to last

Fickle Friend

Time oh fickle friend descend
through memories rely
trust in who you were to spur
the truth in aging eye
We cannot hope to change it
speed it up, it's left to chance
like sands that shift from depths to lift
these dreams we dare to dance
Visioned apparitions
records played in haunting rhyme
until the song is finished
or diminished death's design
Time oh fickle friend pretend
you know not what's in store
never quite enough entrust
those dreams we're living for
Memories made do thoughts persuade
to choose and choice remind
fickle friend til death descend
for all we have is time

Across A Sea Of Decadence

Depths to gauge as visions played
and danced across the night
fevered dreams or so it seems
upon these seas of white
Take heart it's spent on moments lent
these ripples made in time
gathered here together
just to weather storms of mine
Depths to gauge come fearful made
til someday comes the sun
scorching hot revealing what
we've said and what we've done
Across a sea of decadence
no wind to carry sail
off shores we fast outlive outlast
come cast in thoughts revel
Finding grace upon the water
calming wind and rocking waves
truths found by their finding
still reminding choices made
An echo on the water
tidal waves of lost emotion
ripples made what time conveyed
as poetry in motion
Visions feel as haunting real
as words from heart to page
and dance across the endless night
in fearful depths to gauge

Bleeding Heart

Bleeding heart tell truths impart
gave voice to all your fears
told of times when words remind
despite the pain and tears
Truth be told what makes you
gives you depth and reasoned will
listen close and follow
hollowed echoes ringing still
The greatest strength from hearts release
that willful call to arms
nothing more to fight endure
submit to all your charms
Bleeding heart as pieces scatter
seem to shatter word and rhyme
until that day hurt fades away
replaced by passing time
The strongest voice unwavering
playing close as thoughts relate
truth be told it makes you
filled with love or filled with hate

Waxing Hot

Curtains draw that final straw
with chest on back to slide
waxing hot in moments caught
the choice is yours decide
Victor-ed spoils my labored toils
so hard to work for sweat
that taste my action's afterthought
her mind not emptied yet
Pulse does heighten lifting
sifting through her conscience slide
nothing more my thoughts adore
than secrets yours did hide
Ascension by submission
just let go I won't corrupt
curtains draw that final straw
let nothing interrupt