Standing on the top of the hill looking out and it’s endless waves of euphoric iridescence glimmering in sunlight light sparkles you don’t know if it’s sky and you’re standing on a cloud or wind blowing grasses in fields that stretch endlessly or the glassy transparent blue sea you look out from a mountain a…
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they don’t know about the fire
they don’t know about the fire within they don’t have the dreams i do they don’t know about how far you can go through the pain they don’t know what you’re capable of they don’t know about how finely well-chosen words can mean the world they don’t know how to sit in silence they don’t…
to my love
i want to tell you how much i want to sing jump shout out to the world how much i love you and i’m not afraid of what they say or complexity i’m not afraid of the confusion some may have over little things that we know you see because deep down we all know…
looking at the water
we sit out and look at the water as seals sun themselves on pointy rocks yet totally comfortable seals look over at us blinking hey what are you guys doing? they seem to say we step into the water and it’s so cold that we have to laugh we stand on millions of little treasures…
standing
first touch of water is shocking it’s colder than you think it’s going to be but you’re held and in that warmth throughout your bones your skin muscles marrow consuming you to the core at the same time as the surface shiver jolts you awake teeth chattering and yet you feel warm inside though you…
the place of hidden echoes
there’s a place few know about it’s a special place where sound echoes into forever it gets etched into time it’s a place where you can shout at the top of your lungs you can tell the world anything in this place and voice reverberates across land across water it echoes and barks back at…
moving like a cloud
imagine if you could move through the world with no fear no hesitation that every encounter made you stronger more nimble imagine if you didn’t worry about what people say or what they think or if you’re pleasing someone imagine if you recognized parts you didn’t like about yourself and they disappeared that they were…
simple things
this is a poem for simple things like counting to 10 or finding a penny it’s about alarm clocks and tissue paper it’s about your favorite bag or finding an old receipt it’s about tripping over a stick that is not very big and laughing at that it’s about the glitter that some sidewalks have…
favorite song
favorite song comes on static electricity and the people that know say yes hands outstretched to the sky lights turn to blue flash to magenta now’s the time for your best dance moves or sometimes you just sit back and smile arms laced in back of your head close your eyes nod to the beat…
The Dynamics of Groove 