I wait below so just let go

You never noticed the rocks below 

Until you began to slip

Now with fear of rock bottom

You clutch to your emotions 

With an iron grip

But your fingers must be cramping

You must be worn out from the strain

You must be shivering from the elements

You must be crying in the rain

I shout up a message

Sure it will reach your ears

Sound has a way of traveling

When it's the truth you need to hear

And so I remind you

You don't have to hold in 

It all

I know you fear 

Letting go

But I'll catch you when you 

Fall

The Pessimist's Point (is like a broken pencil)

"What's the point of a sandcastle

 That the waves wash away?

 What's the point of art class?

 (You'll never create a Monet)

 What's the point of night

 When tomorrow's a new day?"

Whats the point of life

If you're to live this way?

Poet

I am a different species
I communicate in verse
Viewing the world
So differently
My blessing and
My curse

I am a magician
With ink on my hands
Exploiting pain
Creating Beauty
Spinning Gold
From shifting sand

I am just another dreamer
With words too pretty to believe
Expressing joy
Beauty
And Pain
Teaching myself to grieve

I am an insignificant dew drop
In the expanse of time
With a desperate hope
That words will linger
On beyond
My life

As My Musings Multiply

How can I feel
What I cannot touch
If I can't miss what I never had
Why do I crave so much?
If seeing is believing
What is our faith in dawn?
I won't doubt religion based on science
(Science can't explain a yawn)
Some say I think to much
they think it unwise
Still I ponder life
As it's mysteries multiply

Happy Holidays

Religion and Consumerism
Fight for the same space
Drawing parallels
To share a holiday

The wisemen gave the baby gifts
So Santa gives to you
The candy filled plastic egg
Opens like The Savior's tomb

The Year-Round spenders
Twice-a-year church attenders
Are torn between the two
Does the money or the meaning
Mean the most to you?

Opened Eyes

A thousand flavors never tasted
A hundred beats I've never heard
So many days that I have wasted
Not exploring this fine world
How many moments have I wondered-
What is out there for me?
Perhaps it's time I stop dreaming,
Open my eyes,
And see

The Whisper

The whisper like the thread
That held our lives together
The thread like the promise
That you'd be here forever
The promise like the poem
That spoke of shining light
The poem like the tears
That she shed that night
The tears like the whisper
That made it all alright