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At a certain point in life I stopped running from myself Learning to embrace the darkness Perfection does not equal happiness The path to our purpose in life Was never meant to be easy 

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Lost In The Forest

I walk the path through the forest, once with company, Now more often alone, with cicadas humming for a mate. The irony: left to wander, without a group to escape myself.

For years, I followed the trail, often straying from the way, As if getting lost held more meaning than being found. Now I walk in rhythm with the forest, where growth expands.

This trail begins to look familiar; loneliness, a faithful friend. I see now—I forged this path on a journey long past. So, as others pass by, I no longer cling to fleeting company.

Each step I take feels lighter now, as my roots grasp the earth below. The trees and weeds speak truths I once ignored, their knowledge in the swaying wind. Even the shadows seem gentler now; darkness is soothing, cradling secrets we keep.

I wonder if the forest mourns for me, or feels joy for me. Seeking no shortcuts, once afraid of myself, But here I walk with the pulse of the woods, letting time dissolve my fear.

One day I though I may leave this path, my heart at peace at last. Not with longing for a destination, but with gratitude for the trail. The forest knows: the journey is the home we often fail to hail.

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“The harder they hit us, the louder we become. Kind of like the skin on a drum”

— Micheal Franti (via inkneverdies)

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The End and Beginning

One day the moon will cleanse my heart, Its energy changing tides, Pulling tears from my tired eyes Pain, a cruel gift that proves I’m alive.

The sun will inevitably explode or fall apart, The end of the earth, the death of a star. Even brilliance and beauty runs out of time, So why should my light be any sublime?

In the universe, I fill a void, A fragment of infinite space. And perhaps the sun, in its dying glow or explosion, Will understand what it means to feel like this unspoken emotion

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The Edge Of Forever

We stood at the edge of forever, you and I, Two souls entwined beneath a endless blue sky. For eight fleeting years, we wove dreams as one, Sharing laughter, tears, and love hard-won.

In your arms, I found a home, a wildfire, A love that soared with unchained desires But even true love, fierce and divine, Cannot always rise above the tides of time.

Our hearts were a symphony, sweet yet flawed, A melody crafted by the universes calling. Yet the rhythm faltered, the notes fell apart, And left a wound in the depths of my heart.

To let you go feels like tearing my flesh, Yet holding onto you feels like my last breath Some loves burn bright but are not meant to stay, And even the truest may not sustain, fading away.

I don't think I will ever find another like you? A question that haunts as the world turns blue. Perhaps you were my one, my only, the star in my galaxy, A love so profound, sadly there are no accurate words.

I release you now with a trembling hand, frozen emotions Though the ache remains like footprints in the snow Go, my love, to the life you must lead separately And I’ll nurture the wounds of my heart as they bleed.

For loving and losing is better, so they say, Than never to have loved a single day. So we carry our memories, bittersweet and true, Like a dove in endless flight, I once shared with you

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Fire

When her fingertips  Stripped the lining of my soul Grasping deeper than before She pulled me closer, and closer As I always hoped for The warmth of another Melts solid ice, a relief  That only we felt, for a moment The universe faded, decayed Until all that remained Was a smile on our face, and The sound of our desires Catching their breath Relighting a fire That will never go out

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Summer Nights

We took a walk down by the old creek Harmonious echos from crickets in the field We rested under this big oak tree Grandfather of the the forest   Lighting bugs illuminated the dark sky In tune blinking, natures lantern  Time did not exist at that creek  Our energy overpowered minutes, seconds. It contained contentment, engraved love  The memory contains a code Imprinted by our dna 

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The New Key

I held the old key in my trembling hand, It fit a door I could barely stand. Its frame was warped, its hinges cried, Yet I returned, though hope had died.

Behind that door, the shadows grew, A hollow life I thought I knew. The key was rusted, the lock was worn, Each turn a promise, each step forlorn.

But one day came, the lock refused, The key, once trusted, left me bruised. No door would open, no path seemed clear, Only silence and my deepest fear.

Then came a whisper, faint but kind, “Forge a new key, and free your mind.” Not to the same door, not the same way, But to a life where hope might stay.

With hands unsteady, I shaped the steel, Each cut, each carve, a wound to heal. A key of purpose, a key of grace, To unlock a brighter, truer space.

This door is different, this path unknown, But here I’ve found I’m not alone. For the key I’ve made is strength inside, A life rebuilt, no need to hide.

The old door stands, its weight remains, A ghostly echo of past pains. But I walk forward, the new key in hand, Living free, I finally stand.

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Pay the Debt You Owe

Pay the debt you owe, or be bound by sorrow’s chain, A shadowed path, where joy will not remain. For debts unpaid are seeds that slowly grow, Roots of regret that twist deep below.

The weight of silence, a burden on the soul, Without amends, the heart is never whole. Each promise broken, each kindness left undone, Builds walls within, where emptiness has begun.

So pay the debt, let honesty be sown, Let forgiveness reap what once was overgrown. For only through truth can freedom fully flow, And lift the heart to where light will glow.

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Orgasmic State

I missed the last bus, left to wander alone, With nothing but shadows and pavement unknown. Stores all closed, food waiting afar, So I stepped on the road, guided only by stars.

This wasn’t a walk made for comfort or ease, With cars roaring past like beasts unleashed. Eighty miles per hour, their headlights ablaze, Casting brief shadows in dizzying waves.

No charged device to show how far I’d go, But eight miles stretched in the darkness below. Four times I paused, thought I’d just settle down, Rest in the dust of the roadside ground.

But then, as if knowing I needed a guide, The moon broke through clouds, took its place by my side. It lit up the blackness with silver and grace, A steady companion in the vast, open space.

And in that pure glow, I was struck by the sight— How the moon in its splendor wasn’t quite right. For all its beauty, its pull, its claim, It was but a flicker of her radiant flame.

Yet there in that stillness, I felt something rise, An ache so deep it brought tears to my eyes. Lost in the night, with just the moon as my friend, I walked through the darkness, to whatever end.

She wasn’t there, but I felt her near, Her spirit alive in the light so clear. For now, it’s the moon that will show me the way, A guide through the shadows till night yields to day.

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The Strength to Rise

The road may be long, with stones in the way, Where dreams seem to falter, and hopes often fray. But step after step, we learn to endure, For each fall and stumble makes courage more pure.

In failures, there’s wisdom that triumphs can't teach, A depth to the lessons success cannot reach. For scars are the markers of battles we've braved, Reminders of chances we lost—and then saved.

Persistence is fire; it tempers the soul, Forging from hardship a heart that stays whole. Each setback a chapter, each loss a new line, In the story of strength that we claim as we climb.

So let doubt whisper, let fear come and go— For the seeds of true growth are planted in woe. In striving, in trying, in facing defeat, We find in ourselves the will to repeat.

And though we may stumble, we’re never the same; Each failure a spark, each loss a new flame. For from ashes we rise, from bruises we learn— It’s persistence that drives us, with each twist and turn.

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A man who was never graced with peace nor fame

He walks in the shadows of the land Head held up high, looking to the sky Never seeking peace nor fame

He is a man of emptiness, for that is solitude He remains strong from within

His heart is a vessel, hollow yet whole, With burdens untold, he silently strolls. Through storms and through silence, he strides undeterred, In the stillness, his soul finds strength without words.

His path may be lonely, his journey unknown, Yet in shadows and silence, he’s carved out his own. No need for applause, no hunger for praise, A wanderer content with the twilight’s embrace.

With eyes set beyond where most men can see, In his quiet resolve, he walks, simply free.

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The Threshold of Emptiness

There is a door we all will find, Silent as breath, deaf as the night. Its frame is wrought of shadowed lines, Its handle cold, its shape in light.

We stand before it, bare and small, Our footsteps fall, our echoes cease; Beneath the weight of one last call, We drift into a vast release.

No hands to hold, no whispered name, No flame to light the shadowed way. This path is ours alone to claim, Where stars grow dim and colors gray.

Yet in this hollow, empty place, Where we are stripped of all we knew, There rests the calm of boundless space, And we become the quiet too.

It is the fear we dared not meet, The truth beyond the fragile skin— That all things must one day retreat Into the dark that waits within.

So here we stand, alone, afraid, Uncertain what awaits ahead; The fear will fade, the shadows fade, And emptiness will be our bed.

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To the Will of the Universe

My plan is simple, my heart unbound— to let the universe take me where it will, to drift with stars and root in ground, and trust each rise and fall, each still.

I’ve known warm places, soft and safe, but best not say, nor linger long. I’m called to follow winds that trace a path unknown, a whispered song.

The full of all I cannot see, the way ahead, unwritten, dark— yet in surrender, I am free, guided by some quiet spark.

So, universe, I leave the reins; I walk this road with open palms. Take me, lead through joy and rains— I’m here—at peace, in your calm.