years ago

I stood there, only fifty feet above the ground, but on top of the world.  The sea salt danced with the air and the smell caused my childhood to come crashing down like waves - powerful, fleeting waves.  I gazed off towards the horizon and smiled as I watched the ocean hug a blushing sky; what a beautiful romance.  I envied it.  There wasn’t anyone else on that lighthouse and it made a circle as if it were searching for another soul, but found no one.  I had retreated down its spiral staircase, each step further from the top of the world, reminding myself that I was far from home.

smile: autumn

rain kisses the earth
puddles build their homes
leaves become sailboats
and we become giants
with hearts like sunshine
we warm worlds.

sigh: sorry

stop breaking hearts
with your heavy hands
she said.
stop breaking souls
with your lovely sounds
she said.
keep me,
she said,
from you,
I said.

sigh: thoughts

from a lack of words

are a million thoughts 

that bury deep

to bloom at season's new

that never passes
to never know.

smile: silhouette

the sunset gives you a silhouette
because it borrows your colors
to paint the sky so damn pretty

I believe that listening is powerful, even more powerful than talking.  Despite my inability to shut up, I believe listening is precious, and everyone deserves to be listened to.   Listening is the soul of understanding.  It is the catalyst of the humble.  And it is not without a silence that has the ability to grow your heart.  Listening doesn’t just happen with your ears, but with your entire body.  The senses – all of them are made for listening: to learn, to understand, and to grow.  And it is beauty that we are listening for, and beauty truly is everywhere.  The world is beautiful.  Its people are beautiful.  Sometimes, you might have to listen closely, but beauty blooms in all seasons, all weathers, and in all ridiculousness that is existence.  Because that is what existence is: ridiculous. 

So ridiculous that we are alive and have people we are madly in love with.  Our friends and family: more precious than diamonds, and easier to find too, but more difficult to love and admire, perhaps.  But oh, how that love is unique and more precious than anything you will ever find.  And to be with the people that you love – that is life’s greatest gift, so please do find yourself with the people you love.  Life, though, is ridiculous enough to have people live in mansions while the homeless man around the corner freezes in naught but rags; from madly in love to madness.

I believe that life is unfair – unfair in rags, but even in riches, too.  The world holds no vendettas, but people can.  And people have a right to be angry, but no one has the right to hurt another person, no.  But it happens, and it is sad.  Sorrow blooms in all seasons, all weathers, and even in the brightest of lives.  Accept it, listen to it, learn from it, and keep growing – please, please keep growing because that is the only way to stop it.  Mistakes happen, sorrow happens, but so too does beauty that shines brighter than all the darkness that might exist.

Family is that brightness for me; family is the most beautiful thing I have ever been a part of.  Love knows no boundaries in the family; it is crazy, but it is bliss.  And children should always try to make their parents happy.  To respect their wishes and hopes as much as possible.  And to realize that no matter how old we may become, we will always be their children.  If there is nothing in particular that you want to live for - live for your family.  The family you are already a part of, and the family that you will one day have.  

sigh: just words

I'm no more than a word.
him.
you free your mind,
let it slide across your tongue
grip onto your teeth,
roll off your lips,
into emptiness.
away from your thoughts
free, free, free.
only a definition, now.
with no meaning other than itself.
how lonely.