Music lifts one up
It expresses what we feel
Fills our heart and soul
It can touch the world
Connect all of us
Together
Communicate our story
Tell our history and future
Express pain or joy
It can paint a picture
With sound
It can calm or excite
Causing us to dance
It inspires
Lifting us up
Sometimes makes us laugh
It’s a mirror into the best of us
Into all humanity
It’s healing and powerful
We need it
Without it
We are truly lost
It is magic

No one wants a sad girl
I just hide and curl
No one wants to see me cry
Or complain about life
I see  people happy I wonder what that is like
To live in the moment
From time to time
I dont like to be alone
But alone I find myself
Living and wishing I was someone else
I was born like this, I remember as a child
Being alone and always saying goodbye

To have someone who can turn
my coal into gold
is far more than an alchemist
it is a precious presence
of immeasurable value.

To my friends
who can write
fresh-smelling
bouquets of words
with splendid color,
I offer my envy.
Mine are the blunt, stunted words,
rooted in the cracks
in pavement,
or forcing their way
to light around
overbearing rocks.
Some useful
in their own way,
edible or flavorful,
some with a
pedestrian beauty,
but few that one
would bring home in a bunch
with a box of candy.
More appropriate
in a grimy, young fist
crumpled in love,
destined to be vased
in a water glass
by a doting mother,
or shredded petal by petal
for the sake of soothsaying...
he loves me, he loves me not.

im not wanted here anyway.

I never think
what could’ve been
I never think like that
what is
is
that’s always been enough for me

This deep night
Dis-lo-cation
Sends tattoos

Dropping on the pane.

Only the Lonely
Discern a rhythm

Only the disconcerted
See full moon
Seep light through

Ocean-full cloud
One eye brimful

One dry as prickle