I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

I guess I'll go make a cup of tea
Because sometimes it feels like
You have time for all of them, but not for me

Either this Line
Or That Line.  
Be it you or me or them.
The End is the same.
Then why do they all justify
Their End and the path.
They curse each other.
They just Hate each other.  
They constantly fight with each other.
Not knowing that the end is the same.  

Blindfolded ,
Educated.
Ignorant fools
Rich or Poor.  
Here or there.  
Everywhere.
They all act the same.  
Defending their so called Actions.

And some are helpless,
full of pain just by watching them.
Aware that they cant do anything.
But simply just watch and bear them.

Such a beautiful world it was.
Such a peaceful place it was.
Reduced to a place full of lines
Filled with Deceit and Lies.
To each his own they say.

Where are we going now
Simply watch and scroll.
And Forget it immediately.
As if nothing has happened
Even when millions die.

Hearts once soft have became hard.
That nothing now moves us.
Reduced to Emotionless Life Forms
Assisted by Artificial Intelligence.
Are we really alive I wonder

I miss the times when you were here telling me to have no fear, to hold my head up high and strong, add happy notes to my sad song.
I miss the way you looked at me as if I were too blind to see the path I was on might hurt and scathe
But all goes well if you just have faith.

I miss the sound of your voice through bitter times , a saving noise that told me what was right and wrong but rang in my ears for far too long.

A caring person that helped and hurt me so much..
You'd guide and mislead me through the day. You left me lonely when I'd rather you stay..

Over things like that you had no control. A rock set in motion will continue to roll..

Then one day you never returned. My tears were so hot they burned.
Aware now about what I lack, crying and mourning won't bring you back

For me to let out what I need to say, I can't do much more than pray
I no longer want to feel weak, my hearts been quite strong. I'm still adding a happy chorus to a sad, sad song.

I have a mission:

today is a new day
this is always true
today is a sunrise
as the earth turns
the dark skies blue.

today is another chance
to look within
speak my truth
heal my heart
as living proof that
I alone am strong in faith

and so,

I walk my path today
to take my part in destiny
and write the pages of my life
exactly as I choose to read.

I AM~
the author of my story
the ink of my words
the love of my life
the sky full of birds
the roots of a tree
the air that I breathe.

I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
Yes, I AM.