Meditate

The transient space
Between a want and need

Where weary hearts can rest
Find joy, comfort and peace
Looking inward

Eyes but half-opened

Patiently wait for answers
A truth that is not golden

Come, sit and breathe

If just for a little while
Begin to be comfortable

And calm your inner child
Take breaths and listen

Take time to learn patience

See and know that a mind's key
Lies in the heart's brilliance
Perhaps speak little prayers

Or receive the gifts of sone
To tune our inner ears to
The voice there all along

It never once yelled out
Or felt silenced by hate
Only patiently repeating

What we needed to hear instead
"Be true, be honest
 To no one before yourself

Live fully, don't worry for love
A heart's riches will always come around
Be brave, but know fear

Be strong enough to run
While hope is not a method
Believe always that it shall be done."

Heart

Love
An ancient art
Is to eventually know
The ways of the heart

To give love
To play our part
Is to begin to speak
The language of the heart

To receive love
Is easy to start
But grows ever complex
With the shadows of our past
 
To deny love
Is the easiest start
To a cruel cold end
The breaking of another heart

To be without love
Is to be forced apart
Away from a soul's fountain
A dried hopeless crust

To truly love
Is to pay a price for art
To have failed, hurt and fallen
To brave a bleeding heart

To see beyond our odds
When the clouds are hard to part
Hold out, trust and slowly learn
The art of another heart

Break (Incomplete)

My heart is a flutter
My thoughts are a mess
I'm right now fighting
This urge to confess

This urge to lay bare
This need to break down
To fall apart slowly
To float back to the ground

Snap to what's happening
The blurred fantasies
Work like a nervous drugs
Piped in with reality

Dose upon dose
Can't stay the days
Cracked and bent whole
In a hundred ways

Shake and Shudder
There, it's all better
Just some memories
Of a passing thunder

Beware (Incomplete)

Beware the animals
They are not like we imagined
They do not feel for reason
And they seek to feed their needs

Beware the voices
They may come in the night
They may come against your will
On your fears they will feed

Beware the people
They may not be your friends
While they may not yet be enemies
What is not broken can still bend

Beware of yourself
You may soon surprise yourself
Blind to what we not know
Yet so trusting of what little we do

Beware of me
I am in your head
If you let me, I will
Be in your heart
And on your tongue instead

Proud (Incomplete)

Perhaps we once were angels
Born of gifted mind and wings
Perhaps somewhere along the line
We understood why mortals sinned

Perhaps we also understood love
As guardians at her kingdom doors
But once too many times we've let
Trespassers bend her laws

Perhaps we are heroes instead
At our courts and castles we reside
Waiting on our fairy tales
Our swords and words ready by our sides

Perhaps we are skilled ministers
Our words are promises that bind
But perhaps we have spent too much time
Between the necessary truth and lies

Little Big Things

Ever felt empty
Spaces beckoning
Little things

Little big things
Begin to appear
To fill the spaces

Slowly everywhere
You breathe
Is full of beautiful

Little things
Little big things
That have come with you

And I can't feel
Don't need to remember
Where we began

When I stopped
And you became
My little big thing

Granted

Unhappy
Unnecessarily
I have left
Myself hungry again

Put out
Put up
Yet still always
Falling short

Given
Taken
Assumed to always
Rise and shine again

Too much
Too little
I felt my heart
Bend but not break

For and against
Similarities
Are never the same
The next day

Alone now
Aware now
I play the music
And start over again

Nocturne

The sun may have set
And given way to your glow
But my hands they still see
Well between our distance

The pleasts of your skirt
Whispers of your scarf
Waging war upon my darkness
With your unintended beauty

The patch on your sleeve
Left stitches on my heart
Those subtle leather trimmings
Feel like adventure to my touch

The lines on and of your face
Soothe my dull aching hands
A river of chills thrill so quietly
Tracing, teasing quietly

The crook of your smile
Twist and tug my strings
Pulsing through our hands, closed
Their secrets and stories, too much