Slave to my words

I learned the hard way that I am a prisoner of my words and thoughts and their punishment when I do not pay attention to them when they want me to, is to disappear, with no clear indication on when they will return

Conversations with Clouds

As I lie here in this tall, green grass, I court the company of cotton bears and cosmic bunnies. Therefore, petitioning heaven for peace of mind, that dare I die tomorrow it would feel good to live today, and so I share my thoughts with the sky—

Rolling white caps of stratus and quo
awash in rhapsody blue,
Tall and proud for to be a cloud
is to be a rogue it is true.

Wanderers, drifters, coasters of cumulus,
of what places have you seen?
It is not so much of where you are going,
but of where you have already been.

And though I have traveled many a mile,
there is knowledge that I require.
Would now you impart your wisdom true
for this I do so desire.

For I have seen the end of my days,
would it be too little too late?
That I court regret and am thus beset
to only tempt that fate.

As it is not so much the things I’ve done
but the things I wanted to do,
And it is not so much the loves I’ve won
but the love I wanted true.

Bridges I’ve burned are lessons learned
and wisdoms by which to live.
Yet the hardest coin ever I earned
was the knowledge of how to forgive.

The resolution I have come to conclusion
I have lived life as like a cloud,
And the only solution is the restitution
for what sins I have endowed.

This burden of guilt that I bear to grave
be my only heart once broken,
And that is the love for you that I spake
but yet have never spoken.

As my thoughts grasp the sky wondering why
I let go of a love that should be,
I know now a cloud has a soul as a soul ‘tis a cloud
and a cloud ‘tis a soul to be free.

And closing my eyes—I listen for her heart.

Moments

When I am with you
I am alone
And Together
In that moment
With you.

You are the touch
That induces multitudes
Of emotions,
I know for the first time
And the last time.

You are that warmth
That makes its way
Inside places,
I visit for the first time
And the last time.

You are the light
That help me see
The spaces
That exist, for the first time
And the last time.

Knowing you,
Has made me
So much more
Than I was before,
In that moment.

You and I are,
Movement In Moment.

Today

Today is all I have

To make or break my life

Love, more or less

Laugh, with those I love

Spill warmth around

So, those around me feeling it

Are never too cold.