OneST8

In these moments, in these hours, I hear those voices, though not ours. Silently whispering of things to come, Silently plotting what should be done. The hunt for survival is key to us all, The interest is peaked, let us not stall. Take advantage of time and learn what you can. Many have died in this lengthy timespan. So listen to the trees, and listen in the wood. For you know not what was told, but hold on you should. The anwsers are around you so don't have a fit. Truth speaks to you in silence, it's the only way to hear it.

It's a Sunday morning and I roll over in bed, To see you sleeping, resting your sweet head. I carefully move your hair from your face, You blink and then turn to your resting place. I gently follow with your every curve, My eyes don't wander nor shake a nerve. I just breathe and wait patiently, Waiting for you to wake, quietly. One eye flutters, and then the other, A tug at the blanket and return for cover. I simply watch and gaze with awe, My heart does pound and I soon thaw. I melt with the moment and flow with ease, I watch you wake, silently begging please. Then it happens, just not one at a time, You open your eyes and the

Breath in the air, fresh and clean. Coming from the trees, so tall and lean. One part of natures complex blood, Through the trees, rivers and the flood. The waters that form and fall from the sky, Twinkling down yet the wind blows them high. Eventually they float softly to the ground. Dripping, dropping and soaking all around. As the rain does slip and slide down my face, I remember one thing about this vast place. The web of our lives may be tied up in knots, But to forsake one's self is but a great loss. Just then as I thought this all to myself, The rains from above withdrew in some wealth. And the clouds passed on by like so

Time ticks by and we watch the world turn. Time keeps changing, makes our world burn. Time is fickle in that it does not exist. Time is fleeting and life is just as this. We need to listen but our hearts are broken. With our thoughts in tatters, and nothing spoken. Things in life sometimes make no sense. Things in life can cause us great expense. Things in life are out of our control. Things in life always try to make us whole. Yet we do not listen to the sounds in the world. The answers we seek will soon stretch and unfurl. It wraps us like a blanket of distress. It wraps us up within a moment's duress. It wraps us tight and ke

A Mother stands in the center of the family, The house is a home that demands stability. For if the house is falling apart at the seams The Father must step in and repair all the dreams. The Mother is the ground, the beacon of light. When a child is scared or frightened in the night, It's Mother they want for comfort and to hold for Father is busy protecting all from the cold. The storm's cold wind blows in to this house, For the Father has failed his wonderful spouse. It was a simple promise that was not kept. Through his fear the Father has slept. But then just as the storm got to it's worst, The Mother did change and now the F

Waiting, baiting, Presently shaking. Grinning, sinning, It's all beginning. Thinking, blinking, Silently twinkling. Sounded, surrounded, Weights have compounded. Dragging, lagging, Effortless straggling. Hammering, stammering, Awaiting understanding.

What is love to you? Is it a good gift or two? Perhaps something you do? Is it something you never knew? Some are graced with plenty, Others refuse it's entry. Guard your heart like a sentry? Or take it apart from memory? I will describe what Love is to me. Love is deep in your heart but free. It is infinite despite the insanity. It binds us together, this I decree. Love is the well of energy within, That we all must tap before we begin. Begin to explore ourselves wherein, We find our true selves deep therein. Once you know who you are, And know that you'll get far. For the distance of life will mar and invariably leave you

On the verge, can you feel it break? It's just below and it's about to take. Grabbing a hold of the soul from within, Possessing this to propel into a spin. It's a moment quite unlike any other, Seeping in slowly, a core taking over. A daunting expression, a dawning of mind. A great new beginning, an open third eye. When the path is this clear and silent aglow, Now nothing can turn you away from the flow. So ride a great swell out from the dark night, Take hold of your day with all of your might! In silence it speaks that truth is not weak. If you can find your truth than nothing is bleak. With every great fall there is a great

I stand upon this hilltop, gazing at the stars. Wondering and pondering, from everything to Mars. We humans are so small, in this grand scheme of all. Yet here we stand on this land scheming our own windfall. Our actions speak far louder than our words, Yet for all our insanity we gather up in herds. We discuss and debate of everything to late, Yet some of us don't realize that we all share our fate. I myself have chosen my own high perch, For it suites me well even though it may hurt. I will admit that sometimes it's most easy to forget, That those around you have yet to see the truth in regret. So here I stand, with my humanity