The more that we go through the stronger that we become here on earth.
The more that we meditate on Christ word, the closer we become to him.
The more that we Love others, the more that we get Loved by them too.
The more that we help others here, the more that we become bless here.
The more that we allow Christ to write through us, the greater the poems become.
The more that we share through Love, the more powerful that it becomes.
The more that we give for the Kingdom sake the greater that we get blessed.
The Less that we give of ourselves, the less that we can receive anywhere.

As I look into your empty eyes
I wonder what they've seen
Were they once filled with joy?
Will you be missed? By who?
Just how did you live you life?
And how did it bring you here?
Here, amongst piled leaves and grass
Cold, Alone, Empty
Even if Nobody else does.
I'll remember.

I picked Plato up
Off the side of the road
Had his thumb out
For Lord only knows

I questioned of him
Where he was going
He said with this mind
There's no way of knowing

Plato sat in the front
With the radio dial
Twisting the tunes
Mile after mile

Top 40 Pop
Is what he settled with
Like it or not
That's the mood he was in

With the windows down
His philosophy
Caught on the wind
Blew in the breeze

The day I picked Plato up
Off the side of the road
With his thumb out
For Lord only knows

to my daughter heart
settle down without settling
she is bruised and wild
a child beating within herself
i am my own mothering broom
sweeping strayers from my heart's moons

Things people say,
Things people do,

Why do they do them?

Things that I say,
Things that I do,

Why do I do them?

Everyone has a theory,
A thought, a notion,

But I have none.

Everyone has a will,
the desire to be free,

But where is their soul?

A reason to do,
A reason to say,

An explanation,
A truly free nation,

At what cost do these things come?

It’s not truly about the cost,
Or is it?

No.
It’s about if you’re willing to pay it.