Nails in the spokes
Winters edge seeps to bone
Release a grasping arm until born
Sleeping bags dangle outside
Railways speaking in the night
Left this city
Reimagined once again to fill a purpose
Two heart beats connected to mine
In the shivering surrender
Through thorns and brick
Old leaves still linger
Some days you forget why a change is needed
While you’re changing
From a place of truth
Trusting the flowing state
Wanting more then teaching to reframe more
Met her in the open spaces
Outside the words
Felt a generation of hopes living in the smoke
Waves crashing on my intent
Imagination glued to the collapse
An edge as a gift
To feel it all as one vibration
Why is it necessary
Where does the work take us
In these patterns of wonder
Remains to be present
The trust in a principle
One way or another
Thoughts sharp darts of acceptance
Seeing the mirrors they surround you with
Blocking energy or shining a brighter light
I want the mystic
A student of an experience
Give me a larger audience
To share what I have seen and felt
Where I went wrong
How I fought through the pillars of poison
To survive yet again through a faith born by creativity
An anchor in the deep seas
Sharks waiting to byte
A longer swim knowing it could end
When we know we are just beginning
When we feed the new sun with our fierce existence
It gets hot
Seconds stacking on seconds
Fighting the mind to give in to the quit
Grabbing the lion and her shields
Muster the courage for doing it all over
That’s faith
Belief in ways we cannot express
Even when every morning we try to share
And our mouth twitches
Smashing teeth together
I’ve never felt connected to the general rhythms
Societal ways of accepting how we should live
Never feels right to me
I turn in my application every day for the other side
And I speak to that space in sound
With words
How my feet move my body through a space
And I don’t wait
I believe
My candles burn because they are lit in another room
And they will remain
As the seasons overturn one another
Faces coming in and out
Love shared and dashed
Experiences leaving scars all over my body
Invisible to some
There’s a piece left to find
More to embody
As it will always be as I am
Here to be here little by little
Send the wild horses
A tree grows to face the storms
It also shares
And joins its hands to build the canopy
At the thin line before It breaks
How far can you take it
Hazy Acres 
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