Thoughts in a van

The moon and stars,
A muse for hours.
A lite that lingers
loving like an artists finger's.

This place, still wild...like the heart of a child.
A dance, a day, a night to play.
A chill so real it's hard not to feel
So cold
and alone.


Never stop embracing that child from within.
Sing a song, write a poem, do a cartwheel in a park far away from home!
Live for today, tomorrow is a myth.  The who we are not the what we have becomes our greatest gift.
We have this moment to achieve a better version of ourselves, to rise and fall, to do it all, to place our fears upon the shelf.
Feel the sun grabbing at your naked skin, run and play throughout the day and never grow old again.
And never stop embracing that child from within.



I wrote a poem today and said most of what I wished to say.
Though It became a challenge toward the end ...
to make it live, to make it fly, to watch the words ascend.
It wasn't till I stopped trying that the words they came to me.
A lovely lesson learned in letting life's mind live free.



I want simply to sit here all day long and write a song that proves that we are not gone.  That we remain the same, no less humane, not just avoiding but removing all our pain. The people who I speak with have many things to say, some are good and some are bad but most have forgotten about today.  They gather for tomorrow like a squirrel in an autumn chill, people have forgotten that this moment is all that is real.  The size of your TV or the name that's on that degree mean nothing to me.  You see, these are the things that keep us from being truly free.