My God,

I look out to see a nightmare,

Another holocaust dissolving us to a fragile state,

Leaders who don't understand the essence of the word,

Sending ships into hurricanes

Forcing men into minefields

Control is a constant battle we're losing,

Focusing on ourselves and our desires

Disease spreads as innocence crumbles,

like a building set to a flame

you can see the frame melt away,

They plead change, but from selfish lips

I hear a cry of help,

Answered and ignored for thoughtless intentions,

I heard a man say he'll lead us to change,

but he can't change himself,

You can't escape disaster if you never run

The Great Tree

Please, try to imagine a tree that was far more wide than any other. With a trunk thick and dense, and branches full of leaves. One that produced vast amounts of fruit that would stay ripe far longer than any other trees. If you can imagine that, then you can understand the distress in the man that found that tree, with it's apples that had just ripened in the morning already bitter by afternoon, and by that evening, he couldn't see past the flies that were eating the dead fruit on the forest floor. The only man that has ever seen this tree looked up at it's enormous trunk and said, "Where has your passion gone, what happened to you my friend?" The great tree sat quietly, the only sound it made was it's leaves, which used to be a lush green, rustling in the wind. On top of a distant hill a pine tree heard what the man had said, so it bent over and said, " What's happened to this great tree is quite clear to me young man, from up here it's easy to see. This tree grew for itself, it worked hard to be the best it could, but no other tree like it saw it's work. It has lost it's incentive after seeing so many seeds of apple trees from afar wither and die while it waited for a companion. As you can see, this old piece of wood has simply given up." Startled and sympathetic the man asked, "I've known this tree for only a couple of years, has always been alone? Surely it's had a friend." "Oh troubled boy rest assured, turn your head to the city." Said the pine tree, "Do you see the center building, the one taller than the rest? That courthouse was built from these woods. There was one other apple tree a long time ago, but they towns people decided it would be used for the chairs and floors of the building. Not only is the great tree alone, but he can clearly see his former friend in the distance. To add onto that, when the friend over heard what it was to become he tried to leave a seed for the great tree, but the friend was unable to produce proper seeds, so it couldn't leave this tree with another companion. He's become so disheartened by this that he's giving up." Upon hearing the words of the pine tree, the man walked out of the woods feeling depressed. When he came to his home he was unable to sleep, only tossing and turning thinking of the sadness the apple tree must feel. Soon he got up and walked out of his house, tired yes, but he walked with an air of purpose. He broke open the tattered doors of a building and he walked to the center of it's main room. Through walls you could here sounds of deconstruction, metallic bolts fall to the floor, and constant thuds from powerful blows. This proceeded throughout the night just until morning. The next day the man walked back into the forest, following his same path. This time he pulled a heavy load behind him, making him strain to move forward. Soon it began to rain but the man only pressed onward through the now muddy ground. Lightning and thunder made the children run back home, yet the man kept on his steady path. From a distance he saw smoke ahead of him. And a sense of worry ran through his body, he seemed to grow strength exponentially, pulling the load with ease. Finally, he came to the bare center of the forest. There was the great tree, leaves popping, and wood crackling. Billows of grey were escaping from it's darkening leaves, with an orange glow shown on the trunk. Although dangerous, the man continued to pull his load closer and closer to flaming tree. Soon he couldn't see because of the fast haze. Far away the pine could here the sound of limbs breaking and a faint, weak cough. The tall tree looked but couldn't see from the hard rain. Eventually the sounds faded and night was upon the woods. Patiently the pine waited to see what had happened. When the sun was close enough to the horizon the pine tree looked over once again. It looked and saw nothing but a charred stump .All the vast limbs were reduced to ash that covered the grass with a dull grey. By the absence of the great tree, sat the man. But he was found sitting on the city courthouse's finest bench. Made from the apple tree that used to stand in the forest long ago. The pine had wondered how the great tree had burned. Surely it had enough water stored to extinguish the flames. Although the greater question the pine had, was how had the man survived the harsh cold. The man woke up knowing the tree gave him warmth through the night with it's flames, and in the mans hand was the trees last fruit. It was a carmine red, without a bruise or a blemish, and it's wax-like covering was radiant in the morning sun. The great tree was content in leaving seeing the remnants of his old friend. Even more willing knowing the man had struggled so much to bring joy to the tree. Over on the distant hill, the pine was still and never said a word. Eventually the man left the stump and slowly walked home. He left the apple on his shelf, and it never decayed. The pine tree stood in silence, staring at the bench that had been dragged for miles, left to sit by the burned and darkened stump of that great old oak tree.

The mixed up hole I call my mind

In the small, fist sized galaxy of my brain,

Everything's been in motion,

Space is filled with movement,

Thoughts rotate with each other.

New stars and planets were pulled in by gravity,

Misaligning everything from what it was,

Dreams are shaking loose from orbit,

But they've conformed to another.

A new addition near the center had come,

Spinning circles faster than the others,

My tiny universe had seemed to become chaos,

I lost words and thoughts to this new planet,

But I learned it replaced what it had taken away.

I'm the sun, waiting again to see the new face,

Swinging in a chaotic elliptical,

Pushing everything out of it's way,

You've removed so much from my system,

But I wait anxiously for it all to repeat,

I want to see the start the next cycle,

Seeing the face come around once again,

I watch this planet start a revolution,

You're the leader of the army,

Gaining control of my thoughts,

Marching from the back to the front lines,

Your words are your soldiers,

Your eyes are your missiles,

You've blown me away, like an volcano,

Everything came to surface,

I couldn't find time to relieve pressure,

So my mind soon erupted,

Molten thoughts slipped out of my head,

Coming to rest on pages I sent to you,

Flying like paper planes in hurricanes,

I put them together and sent them off,

They flew to your window,

And you opened each one.

When the words escaped my core became cold,

But it's soon refilled and the stress on my walls come again,

The cycle continues and it's a part of the same revolution.

With you at the head of the rebellion,

Coming closer to conquering all you can,

But nothing is opposing your arrival,

A simple takeover was all that occurred.

My thoughts have spun in a tornado,

And scattered across the fields of my mind,

So many thoughts and memories tossed out of Nebraska,

Launched into the depths of the Pacific,

But I don't mind their exit,

Because so much more have fallen down,

In the peaceful rain that comes after the storm,

The soft drops lulling me to sleep on a cold Saturday night,

Showing me that Sunday will bring sun shine once again,

And I'll see your face from my celestial home

lajsdhkf

Progress isn't something you see day to day,

Planting seeds is a game of chance,

Anticipation is what keeps you alive,

Just one hint of green,

A hint of life that brings comfort,

Progress, like fingers reaching to the sky,

They pull themselves up and begin to thrive,

Hope keeps your prayers constant,

That what you see won't wilt away,

Faith tells you your prayers haven't gone unanswered,

And hints again at the day the flowers will come into view,

Progress is when you see the leafs,

Slowly coming out to see the summer sun,

When it seems to shine curiously brighter,

Patience is when you stay inside from the cold,

When you strain to see your plants still alive,

Progress is when spring comes,

The green has become vibrant and growing still,

Happiness comes when the buds can be seen up close,

Too small for a normal eye, but you've been taught well,

Dedication is when you still lift your eyes to the sky,

And pray even when everything looks perfect,

Faith keeps you confident and takes away doubt,

Fear comes when you know God controls everything,

When you understand everything is a blessing,

Reward comes when you trust in the Lord,

When your roses have come into full bloom,

Calling them your own,

Holding them proudly, with loving jealousy,

fail

I took time to stand outside in the cold,

Just to talk to you,

Just to get to know,

I did this for weeks at a time,

Until I had you,

Until I thought I had you,

I've been talking to the other half of you,

The other half I knew,

The other stayed inside,

I've been talking to the other half of you,

The other half I knew,

The other held on too, but not to me

I looked back on the months I spent with you,

Where growing emotions grew,

But weeds came from the ground,

The fox,

He came back to our town,

What I thought was our town,

But i'm the fox, and they want none

I've been talking to the other half of you,

The other half I knew,

The half I thought was true,

I've been talking to the other half of you,

The only half I knew,

The half I wish was really you,

False hope came and went,

For this time my care is spent,

I just wanted a better view,

A picture frame with me and you,

Beggers can't be choosers,

But I swear I didn't beg,

I took the time, I chose to choose,

BUt in the end I guess I lose

boom that just happened

Everyday a farmer walked out to his fields,
Harvesting what the land produced,
Selling grain and fruits to the common wealth,
Though never rich he lived a peaceful, content life,
Giving food to the ones he loved,
And his children always smiled,
But whenever he was outside he looked to the ground,
Hiding from the sun,
Shielding his exhausted eyes,
One day the sun was out yet he looked up,
Sat down against a tree and looked to his valley below,
It was filled with trees of fruit and ripe crops even more,
Saying, "Where have I been? How long has my soil been this way?
Everything I'll ever need, I own because this land produces everyday."
"What man am I to not notice my plantation till this moment?
My field covered with every seed, giving enough to keep me filled."...
Overlooking the simplicities,
Things we never thought to need,
Never giving our gifts a second glance,
But we would never give them up.
When printed words are all you see,
Don't forget the author behind the desk,
The face that I have kept inside the thoughts of my mind,
Is one I didn't notice, I question if I was blind,
But now that I've looked up seeing what I've talked about,
I keep those words like the seeds from the plants I grow,
Because beauty is a gift that's more than appearance alone,
I discovered a heart that's beautiful, that speaks of eternal home,
And when I looked to the owner of this heart that I had found,
I saw a face as gorgeous as the heart she held proud

blablabla

It may be the middle of the night,

But if the sparrows wake up i'll answer their call,

I'll listen to what the say with intent ears,

Making notes in my head of everything they said,

I've learned the difference between the butterfly and caterpillar,

One only dreams, taking what's presented and easiest to attain,

While the other searches and finds what it's been looking for,

Settling for no less,

If I'm the flower then let your approving eyes see me as acceptable.

Empty promises have dug holes,

And left them empty filled with air,

But I'll replace the holes and built castles where they were,

This I will hold true.

success

If fan blades were ferris wheels,

And peddles were boats to travel the sea,

Then my imagination is content,

Because i've been inching my way closer to home,

Although my home hasn't been built.

Whoever thought progress would be made by sitting,

While others work for their reward,

I couldn't tell how far I've traveled,

Yet I could say it was worth the effort,

But when it's all said and done,

Once the fabric has returned to it's original place,

I'd repeated all the steps over again.

Yellow and white are guides,

No one said they were always meant to be followed,

lines and crosses are engraved in the grass,

Marking my now regular path,

Once seven have passed they're drawn again.

Two thirds never felt this way before,

Perfect in tension,

Something I can't say I had felt in the past,

But something I happily say I have

The Prospector

Colors have been changing,

From yellow to blue,

And everywhere in between,

Who knows what tomorrow holds,

Because I've been so bipolar,

I can't find my heart again,

But melodies are filling in the cracks,

Notes are like cannons bursting through the quiet,

I've been stuck questioning,

To be content or impatient.

Hearing whispers of the future,

Is a dream I've been pleasantly haunted by,

I may be ruining the surprise,

I just want to know if I'm chasing the wind,

I've been walking home to a ghost,

And then waking up to the sunrise,

Even though it's just a thought,

I have more incentive to hope than before,

Slowly transparent images will become concrete,

I'll try as hard as I can to make this dream reality

Well I guess my heart isn't my own again,

When it's gone melodies are like cannons,

Ripping through my walls,

Leaving me alone in the cold,

But I've grown to love the feeling,

Notes are gliding up and down,

Making me feel so empty,

I just want to know,

Am I chasing a lost cause.

I may be spoiling the surprise,

But it's worth waking up to you,

Please just give me a sign, 

I won't say a word,

But I'll make everything work in the end

duh it's easy!

I feel asleep with a page at my side,

Blank with thoughts that never escaped my mind,

When I awoke,

It was covered in shapes,

Browns and Blacks,

Circles and lines,

It was vaguely familiar,

Something I've seen before,

I hadn't taken the time to remember,

But something I knew I couldn't forget

When I put together the glass prism,

The puzzle became clear,

Down the wooden hallway,

I've been looking through windows,

Where you see yourself,

Standing like a reflection,

But the frame was more inviting,

When the night had approached,

The curtains came down,

Until the morning came,

The owner opened their eyes,

The curtains pulled back once again

While walking through town,

Everyone was carefree,

Everything was going according to plan,

They got their way and so did I,

But then I was left with nothing,

The ground began to shake beneath my feet,

All I could hear was the air,

Whispering in my ear,

Trying to persuade me,

Saying I was wrong,

Well the wind was right.

Everything I thought I knew,

Has been thrown out the window,

There's no more absolutes,

Only questions with open answers,

I'm trying to tell myself,

It will be different,

When the day comes to an end,

But I enjoyed the view of ratios,

Being close to one,

I'll settle for seven,

Instead of three and a half

Giving up on secrets

I've been sending letters,

Waiting for anyone to read,

To tell me what they think,

And speak of what they mean,

But none could give me an answer,

I felt so clever,

Not one of them could see,

What any of them implied,

All alluding to one thing,

If I'm in love,

Than nobody knows tonight.

In a field full of kites,

You'll find her,

Above the trees in a hot air balloon,

Staring at the stars,

Getting as close as she can,

She's in love and so am I,

Not with ourselves,

With the creator of the sky,

But as our heads went down,

We were looking at each other.

Night came and there she was again,

Not just a face,

Now more like a friend,

We talked for a time,

And I stood attentive,

Taking in every word,

Then she said farewell,

And I told her goodbye,

We'd joked of this moment,

But kept it in mind,

And then it happened,

I never thought of it like this,

But I was pleasantly surprised.

Down by the ocean,

You'll find her,

Sitting in the sand watching the waves,

Looking at the fish,

And all their flashing colors,

She's in love and so am I,

Not with each other,

With the maker of the sea,

And when you know this,

You don't walk alone,

You walk together.

Now we travel the world side by side,

Proclaiming God's glory,

Thanking Him for sight,

We once walked around in darkness,

But now cover our eyes,

Now years have past and our tattered shoes,

Can't hold themselves together,

We put them to good use,

And there's more than enough memories,

To keep dreaming of times we shared

pots and pans

She looked out the window,

Staring at the night sky,

A blue dress, 

To compliment dreams of freedom,

I had seen her times before,

Yet never used a word,

I've been walking in the dark,

When I turned on the light,

My shadow was gone,

Something you don't notice,

While your head's in the clouds,

Well it found it's way to you,

So I thought,

Let's run with the others,

Never thinking of home,

And thinking of our future,

Never changing the scenery,

Tree tops serve as our home,

Hearing cannons from the ships at sea,

Hiding anything special in the knotholes of trees,

Foxes and raccoons our friends,

I have everything I need,

As long as your by my side,

We'll be greeted by the waves of the ocean,

And the brightest sunrise you'll ever see,

If caught by hooks or hulls, 

I'll always come back for you,

Once free we'll watch time float away,

And drift to the bottom of the sea,

Carrying our worries away,

Referring to our future as the present,

We're free you and I,

The world can't hold us down,

I thought of all we could do,

I dreamt of sitting on clock towers,

Holding hands seeing the city far below,

And then it was time,

To take you home,

It was a night I won't soon forget

Rolling wheels and parking lots

I saw the birds fly overhead,

For what felt like hours,

Spring was closer to coming again,

But I heard of a garden...

Who's flowers were brilliant,

No weeds could be found,

The envy of others,

But the owner was proud,

The care was mundane,

And the reward so bright,

So I walked around,

And I sat through the night.

I can hear wings,

From the bees up above,

The sidewalk has faded but I'll find where it was,

My mind is tired from picturing again,

So I move even faster, to where I've been never been,

Rolling wheels and parking lots,

The city never sleeps, but the traffic stops,

Meeting places filled with empty faces,

I hope you've seen what I've been looking for.

I crept into my room,

As if I was a thief,

I never spoke of this venture,

My dreams were put to sleep,

I knew I'd have to wait for this chance again,

But that was ok,

I had pictures to keep me company,

I can hear wings,

From the bees up above,

The sidewalk has faded but I'll find where it was,

My mind is tired of imagining once again,

So I move even faster, to where I've been never been,

Rolling wheels and parking lots,

Every car looks the same,

But each person is not,

Seven minutes never passed,

Like they did that day,

But tomorrow was better,

I didn't leave empty,

After it was over,

I left with fear,

But I was filled with joy,

Although the night was approaching 

The sun was still shining on me,

I can hear wings,

From the bees up above,

The sidewalk has faded but I'll find where it was,

My mind is tired from imagining you,

So I move even faster, to where I've been never been,

Rolling wheels and parking lots,

I found you at last,

And it was more than enough,

Months will pass by,

I'll wait for you again,

But I'll be back,

You just have to say when

Concert

From outside you could tell,

No one was prepared,

Each musician talked of their great knowledge,

But all we could hear was their haste,

Every one looked at the parts no more than once,

They all said it was elementary,

But what the audience heard was childish.

When it was over the crowd withered fast,

And the orchestra stayed for hours,

Each one angered with how they played,

Although, not one claimed fault for themselves,

Accusations were louder than anyone's confidence.

Everyone knew they were to blame,

Yet, nobody showed guilt.

When all were home,

They had the same intensions,

Compensate for the amateur act,

But everyone knew it was too late.

This was the thorn that would stay buried,

But months later, you could never tell it was there

Forests

I was walking through the woods,

And I saw fields of trees, 

So many were withering,

but a few were living,

Then I stopped at one,

It was so full of life!

Set apart from the rest.

When the sun would shine,

It's leaves were such a radiant maroon,

And they looked so luminous waving in the sun,

These leaves were so full,

They provided more than shade,

They brought comfort and peace.

When i saw the wood of this tree

I noticed it was so small, 

It seemed it would snap in a storm,

but i was wrong,

It's wood was dense!

And it's roots were so far below!

This tree would stand tall against the rest,

even though it was so small,

When it's fruit ripened,

O if i could express my love of it's fruit!

It's taste was  sweet,

So filling and satisfying.

If only i could keep this tree,

Call it my own!

I would proudly display it,

For anyone passing by.

I thought,

Surely this tree has been in different sun,

It's soil must be rich,

And it's water so pure.

Then I observed it's base,

I know of no better foundation!

It was rooted within a rock, 

holding it tightly in place,

And when I had gone home,

When I came out of the forest,

I couldn't wait for the next day,

To revel again in God's creation 

seeds in the wind

I took a walk outside to see the sunlight,

everyone says the sun exists only in the day

but what's reflecting from the moon?

when living in a world of appearance

they miss the answers hidden from sight

and while piecing together the mysteries

I only ask more questions

now I'm an optimist but I need a relief

how much knowledge does anyone need to know?

we know enough to have a future at the end.

as I read deeper into this portrait

man and woman with love in each others eyes

I feel sorrow for the other man hidden in the crowd

who looks at her with the same love 

the one who she swore she loved, attracting the other

she always has a plan and she always gets her way

so I ask what defines a flower from a weed?

everyone has the same dream

some just have more power 

eh

dreams, memories,

they're all the same,

i wish i could detach the bond,

but with you nothing is easy,

i'd rather be the one left to the streets,

at least i'd get back on my feet,

the constant knocking on my front door is falls on my ears with contempt,

if only there was a back door run out of,

i need a break from your constant pounding on my walls

in perfect rhythm with the throbbing inside my head,

but i'm trapped and the walls wearing thin,

even when it's over it's never truly over,

tomorrow's a new day but it feels the same,

it's still filled with the droning tones of everything associated with you,

full of the constant longing to go back to the past,

you dream of the days past,

and i dread them all the same,

but i can't convey these thoughts, 

you're  a fragile egg,  just waiting to crack, 

and i won't be the one who does,

please be merciful, i'm not a begging person,

but give me this time to myself,

leave me to regret in peace

throwing stones

like a tornado i hear the sound,

sounds of chaos and the tearing of foundations,

such power that overlooks the subjects underneath,

but in the same breath there's joy,

the same winds tow me to fields of peace,

have i been the only one?

you speak with disregard,

and i listen with hope of truth,

i create my own circumstances,

when we talk i lose track of reality and fantasy,

when you speak you pretend,

but i speak with sincerity,

though we each play along,

i hope you feel something more as i do