manifest

sometimes I just need to air it all out

frustration—yoga felt good

detoxification mind and body

sometimes I just keep it all in

never know what it’s about

never find out part of

the frustration

sometimes I will flip it inside out

trying to get a better look

never really works as well as it should

backwards from ten until I fall asleep

again each night forget the sheep

falling forgetting how deep

sometimes I wonder

why I am who I am

and not a better manifestation

of what I want to be…

months

there are months 
and days within them
they pass by silently
without a written thought 
wishing to capture them 
before they vanish quick
even when the days are long
and drawn out like sketches
on napkins 
secret meetings 
discussed future plans
there are months
and days in between them 
they go unnoticed...

beyond the reach (for the record)

for the record

every sound and thought
revolving like the sun
or around it
resonating into the night
beyond the reach
of imagination

never imagined

the scenario flipped
the mind
into another dimension
not to mention
undeniable attention…