soul scripts

these words--
painted on her heart
these letters arise--
from the tips of her fingers
--as she lets go of this existence
leaving behind a sweet, sweet mystery
astounding is your zeal--
your angelic adoration
--writes scripts on her soul--
creating liberation
leaving behind a sweet, sweet mystery

numb

numb
numb is me
numb to you
pain-i feel you no
love-i feel you no
numb is me
numb to you
numb

lost

what is lost shall be found
i am walking in circles
round and round-

this road is new
what once was lost::

was never really lost at all.

Hidden

Vulnerability has captured me-

I have danced in these shoes before

expressing what it is hidden

I must dance around this room

revealing secrets in every corner

reveling in this sweet mystery of depth

The Joneses.

You think you can keep up?
I bet you can't.
You will try though, of course.
You will try really, really hard.
But you will always be running.
Running, running, running.
Before you know it--
you have missed out.
On what you ask?
Why the little, simple things.
You were too busy--
watching everyone else.
Oh, but you sure did keep up!
--or atleast you thought you did.
But you see, in the end--
you were really quite far behind.
The real beauty you could of experienced--
was lost during the race.
So I ask you, do you want to run forever?

blood diamond

she screams with excitement
the ring placed upon her finger
her beloved diamond
tis beautiful in sight::


he screams from torment
the machete upon his wrists
a beloved child
couldn't put up a fight::

back to the basics::my haiku

i look at the trees
they are beautiful in sight
their leaves fall on me