Symbols

In a world of symbols and words
Anyone can
The writer in the living room, with glasses resting gently on the bridge of his nose
The woman in the office, with a window shining through and a cat on her lap
The children outside with chalk and concrete
The boy who cries from the darkness with a pencil and pad
The man at the bar with his corporate pen, and a napkin serving beer
Anyone can be, exactly what they want
Anyone can say, exactly what they want
We can share and burn our words for comfort
We can think and scream our words for emphasis
We can do exactly what we want with what we've created.

Fly Away

Sometimes I worry about the love, that I dream of receiving
But to be completely honest, I spend lots of time feeling
Feeling the love that surrounds me
Whether it comes from the sun, the moon, my tiny little cats
The reflection of light from the leaves and my hand in the breeze
The windows of life, cracked just enough to move me
If rolled down completely, I might just fly away
In times like these, I can't help but think of nothing else
If I closed my eyes
If my tears grasped skin
If inhaled, the wind, would fill me to ceilings
But ceilings couldn't hold me
I'd be flown in all directions, inside and out
I'd be perfectly complete
The love would consume me, with the dreams, laid perfectly around me.

Fat & Happy

I've got a few things 'in-the-making'.

Hopefully something worth something to someone other than me.