less or more

you can feel less than

because you come from a

place of no power

but its more likely

to be

that you don't know your power

that your earliest experiences

were not ones

of acknowledgement

and somehow you always

return to that self doubt

it swelled and took over the building

no amount of scrubbing by way of

new friends and freshly validated opinions

changes it

only in solitude does value exist

as soon as you leave the house

you walk back into the nightmare

leaf power

wearing a new face
i walk into the walls
that are painted a new shade of green
gardening to find salvation
purple lettuces
cilantro
radiccio
i'm
painting the earth

the weight of a dream

blink into the sun

shout into the rain

hold my breath in the wind

i seek to measure the mountain of

time

ive thrown at a screen

call me up

and i'll come down

to where the grains can be counted

individually

and things are

valued

using equations taken

from the ancient measurement

of dreams

reach a little higher

in a place
where time
has changed
everything
all
bets
are
off

is it real

find it in the strangest places
looking, but not certain what i will find
in my future i see me creating stuff
painting
making short films
making stuff happen
im making things now, but they dont sing
my life is ready to take off
im ready to fly into the new day

blossoms on the horizon

i feel the rumble of things to come
shaking my foundations
calling all my old junk to leave the premises
asking me to clean my blocked brain
making room
room to make
feeling the past drop away