There's a chef in my mind
That does all the cooking
Mixing words into rhyme
Brings home the bacon

Changes up recipes
Stirring freely
In and out of the pan
With poetic ease

If it's not to his taste
He spices it up
Broiled, fried, or baked
Poems served up for lunch

It's like he's on a mission
Always in my kitchen
Trying new recipes out
On whoever will listen

The chef in my mind
That does all the cooking
Mixing words into rhyme
Brings home the bacon

You know the saying
“There are two sides to every story?”
Well...
I believe there are three sides to every story....
The front cover....
     The back cover synopsis...
                  And
Everything in between that can be portrayed in many different ways....

Let that sink in for a moment...

It takes a lifetime to love.
It takes falling through the abyss,
being torn to nothing,
and still fighting for someone
after everything
to love.
Love is not easy,
nor is it always kind.
Love tells the truth
when the truth is not desired.
Love is easy to fall into,
easier to fall out of,
and nearly impossible to maintain.
But let it guide you and you’ll see:
love will ask but will also give,
love remains while all else fails.
Love will not conquer,
but instead will guide.
Love will persist
when all else dies.

Life is easy
But it's been busy
Happiness is light
But sadness likes to fight.

My mind is big
But it's some dig
Dreams make it right
But sometimes turn to the dark sight.

My heart is young
But it's some wrong
Thoughts write from day to night
But the diary is always white.

The face is smiling
But it's really crying
Sometimes the breath is so tight
But everyone knows it's alright.

Love is part of life
But sometimes treats like a knife
When something happens inside
Then someone commits suicide.

I love my life
I love my dreams
I wouldn’t use a knife
I have family and friends.

Don't worry about me
I can hear and see
I don’t like to take a flight
I'm alright in my way, I am alright!

I am a child like you
I have a dream like you
I have a heart like you
I am mankind like you.
I have the right to live like you.
I have the right to freedom like you.

I want to play like you
I want to smile like you
I need to sleep like you
I need a morning like you.
I have the right to live like you.
I have the right to freedom like you.

Why is my path ******?
Why do you blast my body?
Why does dark smoke swarm my sky?
Why do you grab my land, why?
I have the right to live like you.
I have the right to freedom like you.

You have no right to **** my dreams
You have no right to **** my parents
You have no right to **** my friends
You’re all killers; you're all heartless!
I have the right to live like you.
I have the right to freedom like you.

I want only justice
I want a smiley face
I want a peaceful place
I just want a little peace!
I have the right to live like you.
I have the right to freedom like you.

If I could love
the limping
ugly
afraid
part of me
That I drag through the mud
and thorns

If I could let
the transparent
clawing
screaming
silhouette speak
Instead of kicking it
into the basement

If I could put
my deepest human essence
onto paper
for everyone to see

Then.
Then, I could be free.