Tap, tap, tap.

 To the beat, beat beat. 

They walk, walk in sync, sync. 

My life is a piano. We are all pressing the keys. 

The keys. 

You pass, I pass, we both pass each other. 

Music to our ears... music in mine & music in yours. Here is where they connect - I smile. One excited moment after another. 

Tap, tap, tap to the beat, beat. 

My beat, your beat. Our mutual beat together. 

It's like a bridge among two strange worlds, the other- a world I have no idea. 

Plugged into my own and letting it consume me. 

This tap, tap to the beat, beat 

that we are making with our feet, feet 

gives me a tunnel to that world, or a bridge. 

My life is a piano, and we tap, tap to this beat, beat.

I am ordered to write crisply and creatively to express my ideas to my clients. 

Clean canvas smoothes my worries before I get the chance to trial and error. When my pen touches this clean canvas, it is ruined forever with my thoughtless and ridiculous expectations.

Oh! The anguish destroys me. 

All the complaints I get when my room and mind are filled with balled up and rejected mistakes. It's a landfill. Why so much waste they always ask me. 

This field is GREEN!

Your life cannot be separate from the sea of pollution. 

Pollution in my brain, commander sir. Do you understand?

But my mind is inhibited by everything, and I always need a empty canvas. 

One day, I followed a small insect with my pen because it beat manufacturing ideas. 

Manufacturing ideas.

So, as I'm balancing on this ball, sweat dripping off my face and onto my shiny shoes... I begin to wonder if this is how I am supposed to be. Juggling makes my arms weak and sometimes I just want to walk away, but I feel like it makes everyone happier... and sometimes myself. The paint on my face feels like plastic wrap and it's slowing suffocating me. The bleeds down into my eyes and makes me lose my balance.

I am walking mazes within this tent still searching for my soul. Finding pieces but not the whole.

With murk around my feet and fish nibbling at my toes,

My hands burning from the wood beneath them.

The feeling of warmth across my entire body.

Oh, how I love this season.

My hair, in tangles, lightens in the sun,

while my skin gets to be a deeper shade.

Wen I get in my car, and my cheeks turn red,

I almost feel like I can't' breathe.

I wait to roll down the window,

Because I love the feeling of summer.

Barefoot and running,

I could do this my whole life.

This is when I'm happy

And in a sense,

Who I am.

It defines me and my childhood.

Oh, how I love this season.

The Essence of the Idea of Form.

If I was to say that I am the biggest thing,

I would be too proud. I know I am not,

I am yet a seed in a vast garden covering infinity.

Who is the gardener?

Oh, corny question, it is!

An artist, a musician, and a idea that devours the idea

of beauty.

If I was to say that I am the biggest thing,

I would be unlearned. I know I am not,

I am yet a stroke of paint in this beautiful mural.

Painting the sky, the grass- each blade.

My mind cannot even fathom the mass!

Oh, Artist of my life, show me the beauty

Musican, please play the melodies that will

Feed my soul, my life.

You don't need our compliance,

our prayers. You know how we really feel.

We embody you, and you embody us We represent

One another in some intangible interpretation.

If I was to say that I am the biggest thing,

I would be a fool, to assume that this all happened

On accident. I would be denying the elements that lie at my feet,

Under them, in them, and above.

I need to feel the raw of this being. The feelings

That makes me whole

Man of Fire

Man of Fire
You reach to grab the phone,
But you singe it with one touch.
You ache with rage, and it
Blossoms from your fingertips.
Man of fire, you inspire me.
You ignite my passion of strength.
To demolish, and to destroy
Everything you ever wanted.
But what sadness on your face,
The loneliness you behold.
What you touch turns to ash.
What you want you can never have.
Man of fire, you take my sympathy.
I'll give you the tears you cannot cry
To demolish, and destroy
Your flaming heart and soul.