Remember this nothing that you write from the heart is ugly.
Because whether you know Christ or not, he still can use your poetry.
To help bring healing to others, to reveal himself and to show others.
That they are not alone in this here world that we each live in here.
So trust me what you are writing may end up healing another here.
So whatever you do please keep writing out your sufferings and pain.
So that you may help someone to become healed through that poem.
Because isn't that the purpose why you are writing in the first place.
To help others to know that they are not alone in their struggles here.

I want a her in my life
Like all those people
Who talk about her
The goddess they met
Or the date they're going on
And I know that I'll never be a wilfred owen
Or an ee Cummings
Or a sipho sepamla
But when I write about a her I feel closer to being a master than ever before

there is a red sun
setting in the mountains
i remembered your letter
on the kitchen table
unraveling the unsteady pulse
of your memory
into the half light

where are the early mornings?
the music playing
quietly as the pale
warmth of the ocean
passes like a mirror
beside the windows
of my car

we each keep sending
our own regrets

I watched him punch the wall
And it all seemed so much more dramatic
Because he has cancer
And he was wearing some dramatic ninja clothing
I knew that he had hurt his hand
But all that went through my mind was the contrast
The contrast between how he hugged me
(Light...as if he didn't want to apply pressure in case he hurt me)
And how hard it was to hold up a man who collapsed out of fear
Because he has cancer
And it was dramatic because when he collapsed he did it as if he had pain
As if the physical manifestation of his crippling fear was too much for his
Good guy better heart to handle
And as he calmed down all that went through my mind was how his hands were trembling
Not from the fear or anger or the cancer
But because he punched the wall
And as per usual came off second best
And it was dramatic
Because he was wearing all black
And all I can think of is how he transformed from a man to a sobbing little boy
Who said things that burn my heart and cause me to want to panic
Because he said

I DON'T WANNA DIE MAN. I'M DYING!  MAN I'M SO SCARED

And I can't stop remembering how that was the most honest thing he has ever let himself believe
It was dramatic
Because I think he's dying

Take me home
Where I belong,
Dancing in the rain
Reunited once more with you again.

Take me home
I am ready to fall
I've run so far away,
But there are memories you cannot outrun.

Take me home,
With you is where I belong.

~     A life without love
 *Is akin to death without rest