spring symphony

The early afternoon breeze caresses my face, and with it; silence sweeps over the empty washes; which probably once held a raging river that carved out the mountains and hills. Patches of ivory green grass spot the land, I see colored leaves start to creep their way up to the top of barren weeds, ready to be a part of the emaculant spring symphony. The warm sun provides comfortable and soothing light, embedded in the sky with it are, the clouds, they dance around in the sky at a slow pace, gazing at the world as it’s audience. The mountains have a beauty all their own, they are the leaders of this wonderful symphony, touching the sky, and singing to the heavens. The grand finale doesn’t come until nighttime….but that’s the late night show.

michigan is my fate

Vast, blue lakes, each wave that cracks is like pages getting turned in an endless little fairytale, fresh, ivory-green grass; every little breeze that goes by, you swear you can smell each blade.
Visitation to this spectacular wonderland that my childhood weaved into and out of was a must. The small, quaint little town I grew up in hardly had any socio-economic status, the houses varied from small to mid-size. My complete view of the world did not matter; most of the time because I was running through soft snow drifts that would pile knee-high in the winter (not to mention sipping the smooth, savory, hot chocolate afterwards), and riding my bike, creating my own little world, until the beautiful setting sun would bid a farewell.
This little town didn’t care much for politics; and neither did I. Someone would bring up the word “politics” and I would have to question what it was, but when they would try to explain, I obviously had better things to do.
The freedom however, was looked upon as it was a gift from the heavens and god himself. The freedom of nature was sometimes overlooked, and most of the time taken for granted; I vaguely remember my father taking me hunting for the first time, of course, I was too young to carry a handgun or a rifle of my own but the pure thrill of every moment we had to be absolutely still, and the absolute beauty of every single animal we encountered was just priceless.
Now, coming back to the place of my birth, my family, and my friends, I appreciate this past life ten-fold. All the more I remember; remembering all the warm, cool breezed summers we spent looking up at the darkened sky in July, just waiting for the next blazing spectacle of fireworks to light up the world, and remembering all the Christmases spending with family and dear friends, watching half-awake faces light up with joy. I’m not saying I totally embrace the idea of death, but I know for an unspoken fact, that Michigan is my fate.

When you and I

When you and I are together;
people stop and stare;
When you and I are apart,
winds whirl around and lightning
shatters the sky

The very first day I meant you,
I instantly knew that we were made for eachother;
destined to be together, our lives intertwined.

I remember the day you said you loved me,
I gently brushed your cheek whispering closely;
subtly in your ear, "say you love me", then you smiled,
looked up at me with your intense, ivory eyes and whispered back
"I absolutely, irresistibaly, love you, and always will be right
by your side". I kissed your forehead; your smooth skin brushing
against my lips.


When you and I walk together,
we don't miss a beat, with just wind beneath our feet,
when you and I kiss.......it's just endless bliss.

Questions

Do long, winding rivers ever end? Do ocean's ever stop churning? If so, would you want me to walk a thousand miles just to see your face? And what would you do if I walked away? If you were blind, would you still see me?

Can one smile truly make a million more? And if a strong hearted person were to rise above all, would they have any weaknesses? Could a single man move a mountain? If one nation were bound together by love, peace, and prosperity, could that nation be beaten? And how does a completely sane person go completely insane?

Bravery & Strength

Some men are cowards,
Others faces red with ambition
bravery and strength shows' prominence in their personality
See how he struts with his head held high
Everyone knows that his strength is beyond
any physical attribute, that his strength is knowledge,
his skills are endless, not put to shame, For this
man is worth respecting.

The American Dream-Great Gatsby

Let us leave this ailing night
you and I
This city never sleeps
you can't hear one cricket chirp
not one owl singing it's sorrowful song
exhaust fills your lungs, and you feel agitated.

they never stop and look up at the pale white pearl
in the sky shimmering
they rush past us, always watching the clock
no they don't care
their fancy work suits and ironed ties.

I'll take us to a place far from here
let us be in peace
where we can gaze at the pearl in the sky
and not worry about their "precious" time

For our dreams are endless
we have eachother
you and I,
me and you,
I knew that we would both come through

Moon Rider

I have seen the moon's shadow cast on the ground;
ever so deeply dark, yet ever so bright.
it's a beautiful night; the stars shining.

I have traveled to the stars and back.
seeing each as diamonds in the sky
their brilliance shatters the midnight

I have walked a long distance to witness
the dew on the grass begins to form
a warm breeze swept over the land

I have noticed dark times in my life
yet this moment is changing me
I am noticing things in life for once

I have seen a dark horseman in my dreams
he haunts me only on a full moon
my dreams are a mirror of my life