Take a moment to look outside

Take two to notice what you see

And then, to notice what you don’t

Instead of two, take three

You may see plants and sky

Your eye might catch a stone

But the things that evade your eyes

Are some of the greatest ever shown

There is a spirit amongst us

An energy controlling us all

A source of life in constant surplus

Found both in forests and shopping malls

It grows, flows, flourishes at all times

In the soil under and the sky above

It turns a blind eye at hates and crimes

For nothing lives and forgives like Love

Most days I can forget

Most of those I no longer need to try

Most days I keep my sores fed

But some come impossible to deny

I laugh I play I smile

Life goes on as it most surely will

I frequent through daily trials

Regularity keeping them all fairly still

Hidden, a scar remains

Like a dead bee lost in a swarming hive

One link in a room of chains

Physically non-existent yet very alive

Although it is rare

The lost dead bee occasionally stings

Makes me of its pain aware

Pokes my mind or pinches a heart string

Subtly barely it lives on

Through tolerance able to intolerantly exist

If nothing needs it gone

It survives under the covers free to persist

Taking on just one shape

Of those thoughts that exist only in sleep

Randomly free to rape

The dreams that I wish I would not keep

And then they leave

Leaving me be for any given number of days

Most days I’m relieved

But on some it’s that memory sting I crave

Although one of the purest of concepts

Words too have a much darker side

And even after romanticizing sunsets

They can awake twisted evil at sun rise

They have the occasional habbit

Of poisoning minds at certain times

They’ll open a wound, refuse to scab it

And speak evil disguised as chimes

Once they start spreading they’re free

And demons begin to ring the air

Carrying lies and hurt with glee

Little hushed exchanges here and there

They never approach the victims direct

The victims never see them at face

They hide behind the friends they select

And lead loved ones to a cruel place

And as the words spread and flow

Whispers and murmurs feeding the lies

The victim looses safe places to go

And the problem has no chance to die

There isn’t always a better half

Not every puzzle needs be complete

Partial smiles can still learn to laugh

Life can run full course with warm feet

The missing pieces will be missed

The short, cold feeling you’ve never done

Resembles a past’s long escaped kiss

The one that now is accepted as gone

Though these small holes will be filled

By other pieces that don’t perfectly fit

But fit enough for remorse to be killed

Enough to by pass the passed by bits

Though still the puzzle might awake

Thinking how it feels to all fit right

Some grasping regrets too tough to shake

Can still tighten grips on occasional nights

A humble routine can make up a day

Keeping simple content repelling dismay

Routines are moderate rational and fair

Slightly numbs excitement yet faints despair

Only things out side of them can intrude

And routines are made hard to protrude

But on chance things still can take place

Certain heavy moments show up and show face

A routine like a monument that you have made

Instantly destroyed by reality shaped grenade

And as you sit there in the big white-blue room

Surrounded by faces of familiar gloom

The pearl colored walls surround commotion

But all the faces keep still out of devotion

Until the least liked angel begins to speak

Familiarity in a name you so do not seek

The owner of which now hates the possession

As he walks down the hall void of expression

The rest of you look back down let out your sighs

And in a room down the hall somebody dies

The flash bulb lights up the room

Captured, the moment is now done

Poses dropped, life free to resume

Moment turned memory, is gone

Like a season of love, cannot last

A moment two hearts once shared

Full of moments gone by so fast

Now two hearts that once so cared

Much like photographs of happier times

Memories the reminders of love lost

The joyous moment finishes the climb

Ends, leaving picture/memory as exhaust

Mimicking a photographed event

Seasons of love can feel like years

A romanced period of utter content

Once gone, felt like it just disappeared

Like the photos, memories remain

Stored somewhere for keeping-safe

And one lonely night dictated by rain

Its discovered like a discarded waif

Admired, held for a moment in mind

The memory brings back the old smell

Reality loosens, surroundings unwind

For one moment, mind free to dwell

As the snow climbed the window pane

A boy and girl held each other inside

Exchanging their pleasures and pain

Exchanging things lips cannot hide

Cruel, strict cold stilled the outer air

Contrasting emotions behind the glass

Eyes locked, a lip embraced pair

A doomed perfect season yet to pass

Then silence broken by small splash

As the photograph shows a new spot

The memory album is shut in a flash

That winter quickly forced out of thought

Two souls kissed, a crowd smiled, posed

Flash bulb lit, the moment came, went

Fall begins, the photo album is closed

A picture withers, a memory is spent

I remember I’ve seen her cry

As the day light quickly turned dark

Like a tear falling landing on my shirt

Quickly gone but leaving its’ mark

Questioning the world and people within

The cruelty of this moment of real

That brought her heart to feel this sad

Helpless third-party regret all I feel

Knowing my duty of this very moment

To hold and warm where it is in need

I transfer my goods acting on the fly

Adapting to the expressions I can read

Although I curse what has existed

To make this devastating point in time

The way the light inhibits her tears

The way her breaths pretend to rhyme

I am filled with this sensational awe

Like the Sphynx or Hedge minus a Stone

This wounded spectacle in my arms

Ultimate true beauty vulnerably alone

The undeserved nature of her pain

Carries on slow until stopped by sleep

The memory of it we destroy tonight

But this memory of her I forever keep

He looks down, she at him

Eyes at their hiding places

Two hearts at total stand-still

While each mind just paces

Back to this same position

Odd silences between few words

Lips searching for solutions

But faults need to be heard

Love keeps them in the room

A desperate revival attempt

Renew the glue to hold on but

Words not saying what’s meant

Heart-stained memories linger

Days of blissful loving smiles

Days hidden under bed sheets

Suspecting nothing all the while

Now at the unknown final day

Two hearts still believe this lie

That they to this cruel final day

Were not ready to say goodbye

But try as they will to solve it

The closer to the end they get

Half a decade will disappear

Like ashes falling off a cigarette

I like the way your hair splashes over your face in the wind

And the way your eyes accent the blue in their waves

I like the way your left foot sits inches in front of the right

And the way your mouth moves towards the things it craves

I like the way your lips curve down to your chin and your neck

And the way it always looks like it needs another kiss

I like the way you invite me to satisfy what it wants and needs

And the way every freckle on your face is impossible to miss

I like the way you might read this and think it’s about you

And the way silly emotions like to dance in your gorgeous mind

I like the way I can say these things easier than my own name

And the way I can’t think of a single word about you un-kind

I like the way the blanket of warmth envelopes my heart

And the way it closes my eyes each time I feel your skin

I like the way your love swallows me in the bed under the blanket

And the way you make the greatest outer feeling come from within

I like the way you give an image a heart a face to the word Love

And the way you make it more than a cliche goodnight lullaby

I love the way you touch embrace every single pore on my skin

By the way you hold my hand on this long highway drive

Like it was the end of a show the aftermath begins

First the accumulating snaps starting from one or three

Until the numbers grow and the snaps start to sing

The tune of popcorn popping preparing over heat

Like the footsteps of rats running through the walls

Numbering in the hundreds thousands or more

Each tapping foot doubling after each one falls

Focusing their noises on the windows and front door

Soon the cheering will begin in a low frequency sound

Thunderous appreciation of what has come to pass

Shouts short and long shaking both sky and the ground

Each one preceded by a camera’s bright flash

Seconds between shout and flash translating to miles

Still backed by little rat feet rattling just the same

In a smooth descent the sounds fade out after a little while

As the last few wet drops slide down the windowpane

Outside candle lit houses lights shine through the glass

As heads begin to appear in the small window frames

Reflecting in awe the applause that had come and passed

Watching the last few wet drops slide off the windowpane