Time is of no meaning.
A minute, hour, three months.
My heart has never changed.
My love doesn't dwindle.
Your soul intertwined
within my heart.
Two, will always be one.
Regardless of time.
Regardless of space.
Love knows no walls.
No borders exist among hearts.


Reality is really a mirror.
Reflections of multiple selves. 
We see in others.
What we may feel in our souls. 
Decipher the truth.
From what you feel.
Deception surrounds.
Your eyes decieve. 
Like Obi-Wan advised.
Be one with yourself.
Nature will follow.

Damn The Hustle

I can't seem to escape the hustle.
Each moment a jetstream of daily things.
Simply relaxing, requires a Julian Date.
Is this really how existence should be?
I mean think how the children play.
Not a care in the world.
A freedom adults lose or choose to forget. 
Oh to just play.
Regain my puddle-jumping glory. 
I just want to escape the bustle.
Create my own harmony.
Simple things. 
Bread and water.
The occasional lobster.
Ok, a little wine too. 
One day of hustling what I want. 
Not, what I'm supposed to do.

Personal History

Words cannot express
the emotion with which I feel.
Tirelessly considering,
the joy of childhood.
The love of parents
so happy for me.
A coffee sits.
Begging to be sipped. 
While I stare at
our old oak tree. 
The yard as square and cut
as dad kept it all those years.
Mom's aged cook book,
a family classic on the shelf.
Stares at me through dusty binding.
Years have passed.
Alone I tend to my history.
The coffee is getting cold.