Spring Brilliance Lacking none

Letter to my dear self

And I recalled, the tundra of emotion, it passed like an ocean and revealed the forethought notion.
That I would come back to remember and live these dreams again, feel this momentous wind, and conquer time once again.
See... kept in my journal were the hints of time travel and I held these in my mind, and released them to the void, calling forth my spirit to save them on the shores, when these waves swim through me like half and unclosed doors.
I too soon will be cast away, until that day I stay, until that day I wait. I remember times spent looking underneath my feet, seeing the world as it seemed that way.
Questioning each belief, at such a young age, indifferent, yet fearful of what it might mean.
Before I knew the world’s angels and demons, heaven and hell, it was all seen. Yet I still recall those pleasure days of spring, the grass new as the roads turned, and I felt it in my everything.
Yes this would be the moment I would stay, be the moment I would let touch me forever, just like two hands holding each other, we wait together for stormy weather. So this light touches me now, and it hints the days at sea, when I cast away my bottled note, it read please don’t forget me.
If you read this again, know how I breathe, see the rising and fall of my chest like you know, giving you every want and every need.
It still wasn’t the you I would forget; just the passion in the air at night and every breath, to take from me would be pure theft.
As I remember this day like a dream, and it’s all so perfect now. Well things have changed but the beauty remains the same. I haven’t forgot, Im living it now, my dear friend, my dear self.
Each moment became the dire passion that needed breathing. How to tell this apart, the levels of emotions sprang from a glance, spread straight to feelings of the heart. There as i layed in the grasses, high and tall like the sky, you came to shatter those rumors about trueness and innocence, to turn my starlit mind away from that sky, from gold to black then back., straight into something real, more emotion felt that got me b

eating, darkened skies, to blue, to light again. the moment became immortal, as all that had been gathered became true.
what stretched on and on became like lions, and images and bees.
There it stretched on, we came upon this wasteland and made it a home. brought up from the dust, what should have been gone
brought back to live and flame, that died out in the night before it was blown.
no stranger snuck in to cause the fires, no injury was held anymore. what that whirlwind of thoughts did to me,It was like nature did to the little boy,as they traveled and to all fear ignore, ahh dont you see this life of a poet tortures me , but i accept that torture with gladness completely. . to speak in rhym and rhyme, to the landscapes of solitude underneath, yet to rise to the unfeelign chambers of life without shame or silent retreat. swords had me drawn to the daggers of life, for victory over defeat.. that unique romance that flowed from a lovers hair made sense, but here we are again in perfect bliss, a libertine at best, to share with life, the mountains my lover, the hills my hide..
i know you cant see what this journal did for me, in no way does its secrets hide. It took from me everything and in the perfect moment gave it back to me. until all i could see were no road, but a vast infinity, like in nature to thoughts that get projected on people to question there beliefs, only to find they were just there's, and illusions kept them all but free, no matter how succeeded, some went insane from there so called clarity, while the mountains gave birth to animals under shaded trees, the brave ones listening, for in the air, what was spoken wasn't what i heard, it made no sense to me, just silent winds blowing, whistling to birds whistling back, a night of thunder , the trees that crack, the oceans in mornings, the shores they smack. the relationships held turning, that don Juan felt on his back, a princes garden to hold this journal tree, its had its moment of glory in my mind, now i pass it to you, because like a flame i burn inside, and to the fields retreat, to take my daggers of romance, and to another put no flag up for defeat.

Like a movie no credits will road, but skip to the moment of prelude, a sky rising to the deer's grazing, there taste for the soil so alive with life, the flowers to smell again as the woman take them and prance, adding to that beautiful scene. Painters and musicians do there best to give the moment musical meaning.
A life without secrets. but if told , id keep it, written in a letter, give to two couples.
when shyness, of talents becomes a hinderance, projected thoughts ignorance, true talent to sheltering this. Unwanted attention to assumed voyerism,self conscience behavors to mirror staring, i see you there, thinking the same thing of me, what of love that was supposed to break free, what in what you read as a child held dreams truer to you than anything no one could understand, the feeling of the wet sand, the dreams held high to the realizations of can.oh no friend it isnt me that will be putting you down from your journey, but with the full speed ahead sign say go because your worthy. so full of himself, a smile so surly, a nonchallant likened to that of a prince, without a needed benefit, of course a glance away can question the warrior at heart, as warriors alike will tell you, fileds of play will question you, dead straight eyes will relieve stress from you. if i needed to see a human race as warrior, id call them that, because some would seek to destroy all thats right, in nature, to leave it without turning back, no one would want that....id hope. So this is the offensive attack, to bring back what was lost in heated combat...deep breathing until the storm is ridden, and surfed like the waves of all that its riding on..
to the lazy days laying and dreaming why no suck these in...without a start to begin, for who are you to say its wrong or a saint cant be a saint or a devil a devil just dont get in the way..for the strengths and me wont be afraid to turn away when needed from the fray, to have you rethink your positions on the case, and leave it in a sheltered hall to be betrayed. because a truce comes at a cost, when reality sets in its jaws that wave, heated emotions and jaw gripping confessions leave one feeling ashamed,if let...if let, the world could sink in a moment, if let, the world could rise like a rose.reality is a dream to be invaded, by flames of passions to enjoy. while shame and fear has its retreat in the circle.





















Lets us not become fatalist, but set ourselves for catalyst action to delve through time. Separated from ourselves, the scenery becomes.
Our ideas of ourselves may collapse as they come
leaving us free, and unburdened in the desert sea
when you see me in that zone, i am slightly here but not
my mind is a different place, where gender or age has no place
Then the elements of the sound burning down, a string of instruments that fell from grace.
Yet its in the focused, that energy is expanded without.
All sense of confusion, leaving the trees that stemmed from doubt.
blind less siding with congregation, for the weary and fearful at that.
While the insight burns inside for someone to watch its back.
So out in the free fields, and into the mind at ease.
A body moving fluidly beyond the trace, of a thought.
I wanted to speak of burning down, for the destruction had its costs,
like fire to water, theirs was no dilution in contradiction
as acid that burns through flesh and skin, fatalist reckonings brought on by the funeral parlors in.
Cobwebs may spin and the spiders seem threatening but do they bite.
Across the scenery you may break and into the night.
or did you see it as daytime, the second your enlightenment was found.
How so confound a dreamers a we, yet have two feet on the ground.
If not fatalistic, then simple and confirmed.
If not fatalistic, then passionate and yearned
if not fatalistic , out of the box and free
On that fields of night broken through, another is looked through straight through the breeze. To view life in its beauty outside of a bubble. Floating across the sea.
If you know the brilliance in wonder, then float all the way back to me.
This whole game that life has inscribed, was given to ancients, as thoughts seeming divine. When moments became the playing ground for wonder. There you have such unique and free individuals.
With each blink I give to you as reason to pick and choose
either chaos or the later consumed, is a fiery passion , a reason to soothe
the non weary, and unconfirmed, outlook for our day.
Straight to the core of humans and why they behaved that way.
Our golden days and our golden moments, livelong shining should have references to flaunt.
A decision of want.a dream never lost
a mind on the brink.
since my minds already out of the box
then anymore thoughts would be considered trivial at any cost.



This is to be your narcissist pledge, flags held high, waking rememberances of lives not dead. Nor alive with false sensitivity, i have to break bread.
With passions so deep...immortal moments in and through me ,my soul to keep your desires to reap. Opening shadows to the light, seeing life through such a mystery. Through a glimpse of the infinite, something gazed back into me, so forever I fall deeper, into flashing eyes and white teeth.
biting through flesh and bone, ive become the same tiger, that hunted me. Immortal daggers to claim the lives of those willing. to be a sacrifice to my reign of fire. To those same individuals, i hope lives I have not made bleak, yet seek to enlighten when i return with tidings of truths i do speak. To take hands and run through the fields like children, do they seek my hidden grace, id sacrifice it all, just to give you a taste,The play that was written returns to the light again, ignitiing the way, i was the flame and the fire, setting that darkness is needed for a change, welcome to the sunshine children of light. I am the day.

immortal and true again i stand, strong as the horses that graze...moments beyond age race, and time,setting illusions aside,a mind can play. Whatever trivialness indulged in, swam passed, it is now behind the waves, murky waters setting in the sun, looking back from the horizon, to see the shining sand, glistening for those whoves won
To drift into the infinite without my lover, i wouldnt...to give my passions and flame to an disilllusioned world i couldnt. So i wil be away again, deep in the forest with dirt feet pounding, to pick up and become the bird, flying over the safari, tobecoming that lion.Such a heart to withstand confusion