It's a funny thing
When listening
To what your heart desires
A neutral mind
Forgetting time
Is all that is required

I hope this helps
In your time of need
When you're feeling lost, alone...
Seeking answers by the sea

I hope this helps
When sympathy only sinks you lower
You are better than this
You have the power

You will not find love in anyone else
Unless it generates within yourself

I hope this helps
I hope this helps

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A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's the tears that trickle with radiance through words.
     It's a treasure trove that hides but longs to
     be found.
          It's a book shelved high that wants to
          be read.
               It's the freest of all birds caged but
               unbound...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't beat to the capable strokes of the artist.
     It doesn't pump in the most vibrant of
     colours.
          It doesn't wield a paintbrush to
          translate its thoughts.
               But it can see through the eyes of
               painters...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't conform to the conventional parameters of lyrics.
     It doesn't bind itself to the requirements
     of musical harmony.
          It doesn't follow the conventions of
          genres.
               But it sings its voice loud without
               restrictions of melody...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's an open secret, that whispers in metaphoric codes.
     It's an exploding universe, that merges
     back into galaxies.
          It's a sought after painting, that boasts
          of unfathomable beauty.
               It's an everlasting song, that echoes
               within the poet that embodies...

There will be so many
I disappoint that I,
content,
do not heed.
My mother —
Who cooks when I am not hungry.
My sister —
who frowns at my blemishes
and plucks my unibrow ferociously.
The poet slash
musician slash
magician
who calls me to ****
when his calendar is empty.
I bailed on them,
like the similes that no longer serve me,
like the poems I tossed as therapy —
You know —
The ones spun from circular conversations —
gut feelings supplemented by text messages
when you're half paying attention,
half wishing the space between buzzes would lengthen.

There will be so many irked that I,
content,
remain unresponsive.
They wish my mouth wide open,
drooling,
trained to heed queries,
They pull my time like teeth,
Blinded by the sting,
I can’t see the point
of fearing their disappointment.
Because there will be so many I disappoint,
but I, at peace.

The best love of all?
Is when you both
Found it at your worst.
Because,
Through all the flaws we see
*The beautiful truth.

To sleep I shut my eyes,
try to shake off the nightmare from lastnight

reminisce about what used to be,
try not to let truth's fangs sink too deep

let my mind dance away on two left feet, realize sleep will bring on dreams of all the finer things

force my thoughts into a box, close the lid and seal them up

now it's quiet, safe and sound
long at l a s t I am
Dream Bound

And when there is nothing left but the ashes, the sun will shine upon a flower in the dark, and love, ever so giving, will prosper once more.

Live and learn
crash and burn

Ashes

Rise again
Phoenix in the wind

Magic