Icicles for nickels. Down where the children play. Grants a wish or a tasty dish. More nickels are coming to stay. Dance on a dime

Steady my breath for what’s coming… Taking my time– retraining my mind… Saw all the signs. Seven wagers t… No idea what could be coming Expectations fall flat being force…

Making my way With paper and waves. So much to say And even more in the way. Controlling my days.

Nothing seems to scratch this itch… Nothing seems to patch this bridge… Nothing seems to fill this ditch. As I teeter on the edge of the cl… Like a mosh pit

Who are you? When I ask that question - there is a strong pull on my core. What is that? Feelings like that can only mean t…

Who do you talk to when there’s no… Crying for help but they all stop… Trained minds becoming more painfu… There’s more to this life than the… Wake up now, why can’t they see?

Tell me it’s me. Whispered wind songs Fated history. Melted forms Fade to be.

Some days I just feel so lost in my head. Trying to move forward But it’s circles instead. Sacred soliloquies

Dancing in the eye of the storm. Wings stretching out past regulate… Fire within begins to take form. Water surrounds maintaining the wa… Not to be consumed lightning flows…

You could say I’m living my own p… All the secrets to keep– this is t… The way that I feel is near close… And on my soul, I fear it’s left… The joys here most times can’t see…

I feel it. Changes at the epigenetic level. It’s like– an internal machine wit… that move in and out of place. Shift, rotate, drop, some spin out…

As the paint begins to chip the faucets steady their drip. The tree stands tall. As the floors they strain and creak.

Saving our Souls Shouldn’t that be the goal? yet we’re marching little soldiers doing what we’re told. Meant to be free.