Once, I despised you ,
Yet, you turned out to be my truest friend .
Come, touch my lips ,
Slip down my throat,
Reach for my soul
Take it out ,
Carry it to the unknown,
Far away from this miserable world.
Bury it there for all eternity,
So it may never rise again.

A thought from Frost,
"Fire or Ice* in the end?"
Fire is revenge,
Ice is cruel deep and dark,
both will come,
Like icy comets,
That heat up when breaking apart,
Not from the heavens,
But from the human heart.

Ah, only to be an artic squirrel,
To sleep till the cold sword past,
Dreaming of green--
Below that cold artic slash.

Only rousing self when the sword hits my sleep,
It pierces my burrow,
Slaying the colors and the maiden,
With its merciless degree.

Ah, to awake to darkness, but with light coming from the door,
The cold sword is sheathed,
And my dreams are restored.

Slow moving day
Staring at peaceful land
Looking around, being grateful
I am blessed
I am blessed
I’m not taking anything  for granted
No, no
Slow moving day

Take time to reflect
Going out in nature
I am grateful
I am grateful
Loving my time
With my fur baby
It’s a slow moving day
I am blessed

Do not knock,
The door of my heart is locked.
Once,  it was a glorious place
Filled with the love of my dearly beloved,
and the soft sound of my heartbeats.
Now, it's empty and silent.
Graveyard of a dead love.
A forbidden place for lovers.
Please, do not knock
You can't enter
The door to my heart is locked forever.

Once I was asked..if I could,
would I trade my broken heart with a perfect new heart ?
As tempting as it was,
I said I would not.
"Strange", he said. "Why not?"
With a smile I replied

"It is my broken heart that has turned me into a poet.
Each time it aches, emotions flows like a river
from where a beautiful new poem is born ,
which then I share with the world,
to bring them a moment of joy. "