The quote

You got lot’s of people you can do things with, You just have to find someone you can do nothing with. – My Nana ( Grandmother) while telling me her and my grandfathers life story…

I only hope to love people and maybe even one day love another the way they did.

The dream to follow.....

I wish to bring great joy to the faces of a million

Streaming out of the pavilion of hate

Feeling regret and shame for the things we all do

When closed doors are all that enclose me and you

I fell asleep on the shoulder of a grown man

In a train moving away from the fading city lights

On a night I could have been anywhere with many others

He only awoke me to tell of three things my future holds

If I want it to

I want it to

One significant other

Two careers of great joy

And three places that will define the path of my life

Not knowing what I could say that would be right

I asked him If he had to pick one what would it be

He smiles and closes one eye

I try but I can’t seem to move my lips

He speaks and says he’s been many places and taken many trips

But nothing can compare to a road in which you travel not alone but with love

beyond the sea

Sometimes I wish it were laid out

Like a well read story

But there’s something missing and hidden

Like a work of poetry

I guess it serves me right, to write

Yeah you’re just a work of art

An island set apart

Exploring the importants of your every thought to me

To process or not to process

Is that the question or the answer?

I’m fighting off these thoughts like they are some kind of cancer

Spreading through me, vein by vein

Trying to put a pause on this brain

You can’t hold what was never meant to be held

Or cage it up, like I’ve seen before

I guess sometimes-taking action

Is not moving at all

If I could let it be known now

It’s probably easier right now to let go

I don’t have the answer to this storm

But enjoy the drops while they are there

If just one drop is all I got

I would trade it up

Fighting through a million storms

At least for an understanding of a million poems

Foundations

These things sit and wait for an exhausting end

To a well know pain provoked by existing

In the pockets of the people I ounce called friends

In there roads a bend away from me I hope

I look through the window of a heart I don’t know

I’ll always be wiping my sleeve with these cheers

I presume past tears, hip hip hurray I’ll say

You stop for a second just to speak for what

Neither reel of yours play’s real things just empty space

You tried we will always say, I find a half a smile and frown

Your looking up then looking down

Your black and white is a grey you don’t make a sound

How was your day, you too.

These sidewalks I walk

Staring down at children’s chalk

The words they write with age we forgot

To stop and listen our job and volunteer position

To acquire this acquisition of what is

Instead of his thoughts on truth and now

Her thought’s being let go like balloons from the roof

Here are your shoes now run on to something new

You got 99 red balloons but my love isn’t one of those truth’s

Always remember this

Life's too short for what if's and plans let today take you by the hand, we got to much to give and this life is to beautiful to waste in the grey space. I'm looking for solid colors I’ll be happy every moment now that’s a goal worth fighting for. Not an empty world you call home. I’ll make it yet. Never feel bad for trying, but know when enough is enough. All these words are safe bets. The best you’ll ever get to make. These things everyone can change and choose. Someone ounce told me they don’t see things in black and white and you can’t choose black or white and find themselves in the grey. I find myself thinking in my mind don’t you see the third option choosing solid colours of al kinds. I guess I’ll keep moving happy and content in this life.

Cards of hearts and streets swimming in the flood

only two way streets work for two and your on a one way street.

You can't always be knocking down walls some where meant to stay up

maybe one day you'll find a hammer

I tried to lend you mine

but that's fine you showed me your not in place to use it yet

at least my hammer at that in a matter of fact

no terms are the best to leave on

it's just a bitter sweet symphony

no one lost no one received

a funny thing these things

the moments that take place

the situations we face

that almost never get the time a day

They never make it onto a hardcover book or a paper script

because there is no real ending

because of a lack of beginning

but a story none the less

I guess with that comes.....The end.