I long to love
No
I live to love
As we all do
To passers-by
I ask how do you do?
And stick around
For the desire to know
Is truth
So I love
The things I see
And the people i meet
I'm merely just waiting
For my special treat

Poetry
Is healing
To me

It is the disinfectant
To my wound
Or the seed
Of a creative plant

It is the return
Of sanity
And all the time
I refused to unwind

It seems
That I was right
Therapy
Was a worthless fight

The battle i bear
Is in my mind
And through it
Truth I did find

A risk I took
To go it alone
Almost left me
Blind
Almost left me
A body to find
But i realize now
I can finally see

Poetry is my therapy

i would live on a place
where all the roads are water
and i would be a paddle
peddler of wares
that come from the sea

i would trade in fresh
water a commodity
and take with friends
galanal tea

i would be busy
as could be, by day
and at night sleep
in the shade of a
tottentot tree
it's perfume
would be
a balm to me

that is what
i want to be
on days  i don't
want to be me

Forward
And back
Directions
Taken by the pack

When I hear
Forward
Or back
I instantly think
My perspective
You obviously lack

What is it
That we humans
Do best?
The answer
You will find
When we rest
It is what is released
In our mind
Even in the day
From time to time
It is what colors
A computer green
When a human
Simply dreams

So now
The line we walk along
Becomes clear again
Always clear
Again

I can see it below me
Always there
Never to not be
The sight grows old
I make it blurry
To somehow feel bold

The line we walk along
My focus no more
I look everywhere
But the floor

Ever have nights when you can't sleep
Don't worry friend
I understand
The chasms of my mind too, are deep