Views Of Love #2 Love laughs at locksmiths. So I became a thief so I could steal the most precious of gifts. I am no ordinary thief I can work by the light of the#moonor sun, I use not picks or crowbar but caring words and a charming smile. I steal what many seek but few find. I rob the very essence of #life, for I am a thief of love.

Unspoken Words ( Regrets ) From the very first moment I met you I fell helplessly in love, the kind of love that made me want to do every cliche known to man. Yet for me you have no love, and though this saddens me as long as you are happy my heart is reprieved and my soul relived. This may be my last goodbye though if somehow I am fortunate enough to see you yet again I will tell you everything I've wanted to say like how you brighten my day or how whenever we part I silently wish you would stay. Until that day comes I will just dream of you or simply loose myself in my thoughts.

Blank The fog reminds me #life is like a blank canvas I choose to paint. Though I can't choose the scenery I can choose what it means to me. I can paint a house as a home or simply a place to rest my bones. Friends and enemies are made the same way just viewed oh so differently. Love is a masterpiece never complete always growing or simply abandoned and repainted on another canvas. As the fog rolls in the frame in which I am in shrinks and the landscape changes like my #life.

California The sound of cars rushing by, a brown lawn barely hanging on, and the smell of dog crap wafting through the air. Some call it a suburb I call it the middle class paradise. A small wilted Palm tree and a blazing sun, welcome to the California dream. Sold, rented, and mortgaged to anyone who comes out west to see where the sun sets in the sea. A land where in the morning one can ski and spend the night on a beach til a new days light. A place the stars seem closer to the earth and the nights are warm, where music thrives and the good times never die. This is my home and I wouldn't have any other way.

Pipe Of Dreams There they sat with only the moon's gleam as the leader of the gang packed his pipe with dreams, They all took turns first him then her and eventually it came to me. Like a Merry-go-round oh this wondrous pipe of dreams. All were amazed for in it's smoke as one did toke they saw through different eyes both near and far and everywhere in between. Eventually the dark grew light with each new lite of the pipe of dreams. Though the group was cheery they eventually grew weary and slipped into a slumber fueled by the pipe of dreams. #NightdwellersAprilWords #pipe