Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god


I am standing underneath the
Thick cedar trees,
Frost dripping on my face.
I am lost in concentration,
Trying to find my center,
To get lost in something else.

Emotional eyes
Get the best of me,
Turning me into the worst
Emotional storm ever.

The wind, my sighs.
The rain comes from my eyes.
Striking like hot lightening,
Voice like thunder, so frightening.

Life is lacking.
Memories fade as
My center is revealed,

But taken away
Before I get a chance at

December 6, 2004

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