Forest Speaks

disillusioned by folk

belittled by war

where it comes behind

it will surely go

-s’s.

Don't Be Damned

don't be damned

dry your life of an eye

with its turquoise shoreline

A small world in envelope

with enamored stars and newfound hope

don't be damned,

there is nothing else you need to know

-s's.

Walt Whitman

spent time walking

watching

memories drive by

What runs once used to be slow

the bad things used to feel good

i sit in wonder

until the day

this day Summer resurrected from her grave Once again the wind sends the birds that dissolve into dust Sending thoughts northward This is the coldest tear you’ll ever shed Sparks rip your wells to puddles Stars fall on the floor When it starts happening You realize you don’t like it anymore

forget about running away

forget about trying to play it nice better off alone, again I know, it's sad I do it now and then, I do it for myself

-s's.

That is my problem

I cannot burn like you do

If I were to alight

I would roar as a star across space and time

Bending light and burning bright

Sending ripples through time

Devouring all in sight

Vigilanti Inkheart

what’s meant for me will come out of you

what’s been ignored is the bitter truth

what’s the deal with my indifference?

I should decorate this innocence

with roses

-s’s.

I lean in where I see you sway

whatever it is, I got to pave

many tunnels many hours

feels so sleepy, feels quite sour

I'll hand what you got in, at the

end

-s's.

Lifeline

I never really thought I'd wake to these mornings

be my lifeline, as I begin to draw it

whatever song feels good to me,

a psychopathic symphony

and whatever I see, I'll believe,

my photographic memory

-s's.