Eyes changing as the seasons

Warmth and cold, sunshine and rain,

Will I ever see the reason?

Kisses of love always share a bit of sorrow,

Shining and fading, glowing and dimming,

Each day, a better tomorrow.

Touchstones of emotions chance, 

Joyous and depressing, simplistic and challenging,

I find all in loves beautiful dance.

Demons and angels inside crumble the best,

Lies and deception, truth and understanding,

We build them up, seldom stopping to rest.

Forgiveness is liberating in the end,

Flying and falling, running and stumbling,

We have become each other’s best friend.

These challenges of the heart,

Guessing and second guessing, listening and following,

Makes life worth living in a manifold part.

I share with you my most intimate mind,

Crazy and irrational, intelligent and elevated,

All so you can see; you are one of a kind. 

“War does not make one great. It is peace, love, and unity that truly make us strong.” ~The Chronicles Of Prydain, Lloyd Alexander.

Living for someone else

That was my life

The rat race 

The path upon my face

But I did the math

And it didn’t add up

So I tried again

And found the same friend

I finally asked internally

Which way do I go

Follow your truth,

You define the couth

So I quit my job

Gave it all away 

Moved out to my car

And began to travel afar

From the Appalachian chain

I went West toward the Rockies

And I didn’t stop at the neon beams 

But in the Sierras, I found my dream

I hung out for a while 

Learning about me

Strange to think

It all happened in a blink

From discovery, I moved

Up to the Wildland 

I found the Alaskan Range on a spree

And learned what it meant to live with glee

But I needed more

I hadn’t learned enough

So I removed the borders of my life

And Crossed the seas to learn their strife

Around I went, a circle so it seemed

Then under a pastel sky

With one hand waving free

I discovered what it meant to be me

If you’re looking to love me there are some things you should know:

First

Living with anguish

You can’t love yourself.

Love is a language, 

starting with the self.

So to love me

you must love you.

Internal glee,

It’s the first clue.

Accomplishing this

You learn to be free.

And if you don’t miss,

You’ll stand next to me

If you fiddle

I won’t be there.

Read the riddle,

Without the fear

Now that you can fly

I’m ready to hold hands.

Conquering the sky,

We can see many lands

Second

When I am broke

I am not trash.

So please, don’t joke!

Or we will crash.

Consideration 

We both should practice.

No hesitation,

We aren’t a cactus.

We both will make 

The good and bad.

We will create

All that we have.

Important for trust 

Is the honesty.

It’s such a strong must,

Building modesty.

So please be kind

With the struggle.

It’s best to Find

A way to cuddle.

Third

Quality of time,

It needs to come first.

I can’t be a lime,

Always with the thirst.

I like the touch

That is knowing.

I’m not a crutch,

But am glowing

Articulating

Feeds the lovers flame.

No speculating,

Do you feel the same?

If you relate

Lets take a leap.

Rarely its fate

Making you weep. 

So lets make a song.

There’s no other way.

It may not go wrong,

If we start today.

Hope came to me softly,  

Its touch floating on blue diamonds.

Warming my heart gently;   

Is this loves eternal Siren? 

Hope spoke of joys living,  

Shinning with a ray of evolution. 

Present in its giving;  

Am I looking at a revolution? 

Hope showed me a kindness, 

Never swaying from understanding?

Displaying effection; 

Could this be what she has been saying?

“The time is always right, to do what is right” ~Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

There’s an unspoken beauty hidden within the silence of the unexplored. It’s an off-trail navigational cipher. Which way will it lead? One direction finds excitement the other fear, but both will evolve you; many times they join as a cohesive path. It’s the freedom of unburdened thought and peace of harmonious unification which taunts conventional, civilized living and appeals to a greater source from within. So I walk without shackles into the thicket of unknown, curious as I go. 

“It can’t possibly be said too often that there is no one right way for people to live; that’s only the delusion of the most murderous and destructive culture that history has ever produced” ~Daniel Quinn, The Story of B