Flying Higher

standing lightly on a spire gazing deeply into night gentle breeze caress my body lovely moon give me light magic glow give me power resting tender on each height and with each breath of air that I take tonight I find myself flying higher

In This Moment

So I'm in the writing mood today. I might just post a couple more times before the end of the day. I'm not sure. You know I'm a bit fickle. One moment in the need to speak and the next closed off from anyone to see. Anyways, I feel the need to share today.

I feel the need to speak from my heart to yours this time please just listen to me this time I've not gone crazy this time I'm not a wall this time I'm not a prisoner in my own damn heart so if you would, please do more than listen to me from your heart to mine I'm in need of another mind can you help me? could you please? turn this stream into a sea and we'll be in this moment a constant flow a single heart

Boundaries

So I found this poem in the book where I right down my poetry. Kinda an obvious place to find my poems I guess, but I had forget all about this one. I like it. I think it might have taken me some time to write down the feeling. Anyways, here it is.

Boundaries push test recede find define erase mine. yours. ours? do we coincide? boundaries here there now what defines who you'll be? fame sex cash money lust or greed smile pray give faith hope and--charity? am I you am I me are we we? push test recede my boundaries define me one day here tomorrow there forever only me I'll be more than your thoughts of me

Sleep

A poem written with the worries of tomorrow in mind.

Sleep means tomorrow will come Do I want it? Do I want it all? Tomorrow has too many possibilities. Too many things to say Too many things to pray For one more day in good standing One more day without blunder Today was today-in all its glory I know what today held. I do not know tomorrow.

Silence

Here is an unfinished poem. It just feels like it needs more to me, but I wanted to share it with you all anyways. silence

a school dead with utter silence the school searches "who is it were missing" "guys, just keep walking" one crowd one heart one man not among us head search and hearts seek life stops

Poetry

words form in a disquieted mind. something about broken hearts. moments lost. failed starts. the words are childish. the tone immature. the writing poor. the words are written down- frowned upon. the writer recognizes insufficiency. he'll never capture reality. still somewhere in the writing process he discovered poetry.

What were you gazing at?

This one is inspired by the words of a Japanesse song. It happens to be the opening tune to one of my favorite animes, Naruto. Well, here it is.

tell me, what were you gazing at above the sky? tel me, what did you find? was there something in the bluest day or in the black of deep night? is there something to be seen above that cannot be found within tell me, what were you gazing at this night? did you find your heart? did you discover love? tell me this glorious day if I seek will I find you?