deeply rooted beyond measure and beyond their understanding
the vines grow deeply in the soil of our undecided family
what we built is what we grew from the seed we sow so fairly
when the wind blows our roots stay grounded in it merrily
we fear the world we live in that cuts us to the ground
tampered with, climbed upon, yet to be cut down
it came to me like snails to a garden, ready to consume this epiphany like moment i am so likely drawn to the source behind my bones this ever growing greenery fed with forgiving foliage, patience to reset my scenery the dish i put off til the very moon lit the sky now with joy i leap from bed when mornings slowly rise that pet peeve i so willingly and desperately despised no longer a peeve at all now just a part of life the maze unfolds when we mend our grievance, so bothersome when we choose to look over tension in our hindsight, when we choose to water us
now a lingering toothache afar but still in sight the first thought after my mid-day nap and the furthest notion when i lye my head down on my silk pillowcase
what a time it was to have a bond so bare and unparalleled never to return but may i find a promise stronger then the now dainty pledge i grasp
a roar away from comfort in your hand i granted you my dire and harrowing nights, with trust you vowed to carry i tend to omit the most tedious of things like the reason the bridge caved into the untold rapids
i remain fastened to loathe that name, troubled by grief but fueled by might as i haul this backpack up this everest-like summit, unnerving as i lift my leg up yes i will prevail
to flaunt of the swim you have taken, how your river is quiet like the solitude you sing how not a scratch has surfaced on your skin, how you are brave like the jungles king
oh to be you without a struggle, never would i wish for such placid ease for the tide on my tongue was once heavy as the clouds unleashed this tussle
for i am leaping with triumph over this cement like stone to know now i am healing, those coffee- colored bruises fading into my complexion at last the quiet is resting between my fingertips at last the garden is blooming never to conceal such a feeling, may i only ever grow
find where your very essence feels nourished, like a treasure lifted from beneath the heavy sand where living is thriving in a bush pilots astral plane, where the dreams are lived before they get the chance to become just that, a dream wish upon every star to set sail in the sky, with hope set by the flames churning in your heart be gentle to your reflection in your most dawning frightful hours as you pass beneath your ever-living conscience love with awe n' not just need and makeshift admiration indulge yourself in curiosity, before you find yourself inhaling the grey water-like shame for a diamond was once the aftermath of a deeply rooted explosion as a lotus flower once was no higher than the surface n' be forever brave as the wind, evolving as the sky masks dark seek outside of your comfort, that cup of coffee you guzzle every time the rooster crows the blanket you hold onto with seems held by the skin of of ones teeth when the dishes are all but done, put on that song hanging in length on your radio and dance with the plate in your hand make love of loss and love when lost, and find yourself loving the little things in the end, we only are to regret the chances we did not take
and so it got quiet fearful of the tension and the scarce words, i ask you to reassure my heavy spirit you say you like the silence
and so it got quiet you taught me to listen with more then just my ears, that you can say volumes with just an eye you say you like the silence
and so it got quiet but this time a difference, i fell willingly into the empty sounds around me, fulfilled by the quiet and i say i like the silence
my pens ink softens around this canvas constructed in heaven lines have never felt so smooth colors have never been so bright this canvas makes art more van gogh this canvas is a spellbinding sight
my pens ink softens around this canvas constructed in heaven my pen has never had such a canvas my pen has never found such a pair this canvas was made for my paint brush this canvas is all but a scare
i began to tell you how freely your eyes set into your skin how your freckles join like constellations across your noses' bridge i began leaning toward you, reaching my finger under your chin picasso must have sculpted your faultless satin lips i know your mind is ever changing yet always one in the same left in awe as you run outside to dance under the wet and frigid rain how you are better than any dream i could imagine n' any way but what an understatement, to just call you beautiful day to day
estranged we have become once our souls so tied we bonded like the clay i mold and i knead estranged we have become no longer familiar like the very shoes we slip on our feet estranged we have become i could never greet you again not now and surely not later estranged we have become i sometimes forget how easy it was to say hello to a stranger
asleep i stay ignorant to the objections before my cheeks shivering to the sadness that surrounds my lowest peak feeling as cold as alaska in its isolated winter months to only see a shadow when the sun is rising right above
asleep i stayed but awake i came to be for when i awoke the sadness no longer down by my feet i felt the warmth embrace my shadow with everlasting love and saw the gleaming sun behind me, awake is what i have become
