As Earth turns, so the sun and moon
Fade in and out in a mutual attempt
To glorify the sky
In dynamics of a personal light

Waters flourish through the land and sea
To suffice the thirst
Of the savage inhabitants
Who fight for satisfaction

The quiet babe lies in peace
As a new turtle fights for life
In an involuntary independence
Where life is a victorious battle.

Insomnia attacks the heart
With dark lack of ambience
Around ones eyes, in a war
For a closure that is unattainable.

In a waking fight for breath
The food of my soul is the
Beautiful, unsurpassingly perfect smile
That only she displays so well.

So as I am waiting for my rice krispy treats to cool down and harden. I am sitting here thinking about the happiness that I used to experience when momma poured that chilled milk over a bowl of silent krispies and woke them to speak sundry happy things that made me smile and gave the greatest start to a day of 3rd grade. I miss my childhood days sometimes...or at least certain memories from then anyway. Ah I think they are ready. Love Life My Amigo!

I consider myself a fighter for the soul. I don't go with any flow without figuring out what causes the flow to flow my way. You can say life is like a puzzle when down to it, puzzles are like life. Though I wonder is anyone listening? If someone can feel more understood and heard themselves. I have accomplished much. So to my faithful listeners, thank you and I hope peace finds you!

As I lay and ponder fates immortal goals of action,
my place seems individualized
by personality and triumphant persistance.

Roses don't bloom by coincidence,
Their pedals specialized perfection,
And their aroma, a raptus intoxication.

Suddenly light becomes of a precise tool
Piercing through layers, incontinent to limits
Its love is tough

Oh me, you inquire
Im a novel that has no plot,
An impervious fortitude with a clay soul

Don't fret for these, my comrade
For nothing can explain the origin
Simply put, unique

Sagaciously knowledgeable and quick witted,
Its a form that can't be imitated
A technicolor sky.

As mother, brother, and sister Earth look up and excogitate their place,
I am calm, warm, nourished, and
Understood by my neighbors
Who too live
In a pod

So I've come to realized that...
Common courtesy is dying
Like seasons, life with people changes
Hearts will break, with or without a shield
Happiness cannot be imitated
Time does not heal all
Love is a force and often an acquired taste
The tunnel only has a light if it's bright on the outside
Pain is a gift
Passion brings you past the limit
Masks rot over time
Roses only smell sweet when they bloom
Some books can be judged by the cover
Mirrors are a terrible resource
Tears cleanse better than sleep
Fear is an education
Dreams can't change the world
Change only works until change, itself, is modified
Life would cease if our Hearts were never broken

Life is a funny thing. It'll point a gun at your face and tell you everything is going to be ok after it has already stabbed your friend in the back and fell in love with your parents. It will water your Grandma's garden right before it burns down the farmers crops. It's not a river you can flow with, a train you can ride, or a wind you can fly on. It's a hurricane, a drunken soul, and a confused heart. What you make of it, or allow it to be made into determines what you learn!

Sometimes I wish I lived in an Airstream
Homemade curtains lived just like a gypsy.
Gypsies never get tied down!

Sometimes I wish I lived on a mountain
Drank from a stream not from a fountain
I'd stay there on top of the world!

Unbridled or tethered in tide
The safety of the fence
Or the danger of the ride
I'll always be unsatisfied

Sometimes I wished I lived by a pier
In a lighthouse with a chandelier.
I'd watch the sky as ships roll in,
Then I'd sail away with them

Unanchored in a storm
Or save me on the shore
If this is all I need,
Why do I want more

Jennifer says-"Drew, I'm gonna eat your easter egg if you dont get it!"

Drew says-"Want some tony's on it?!"