You fill our hollow frames with song
the eternal landscapes of our hearts

You give of yourself and unity reigns
weaving souls into the fabric of love

You give us a share in singing with joy
poets who dance to the beat of a drum

Drumming we conceive our songs
plucked from the womb of your heart.

Skin on skin this raggety man
knows no touch.
But mind on mind ah!
poets words know no separation.

let me jump into your skin and you in mine
walk a mile without murmur or complaint
and then see if we still have the heart
to put each other down.

we meet within the flesh of a moments forgetting
remembering once again that our mind is a spirit
once touched never forgot even when forgetting
poets long angst lamenting for all lamenting poets.

Why do you love the one you do?
Arrogant as he lives
Intriguing minds have not a clue.
He cheats, he lies and receives your endless forgives

Security he cannot propose
Financially, spiritually, emotional or otherwise.
Love unfaithfully he bestows
Disguised as Christian he justifies.

Smothered in the cocoon of his limited sphere,
Hinders flight for the beautiful butterfly,
Egotistically the coward oozes insincere.
Sadly pondering, inquiring minds ask Why?

Lairs twist life so it's tasty to the lazy
Powerful to the weak and crazy

Brilliant and seductive to the
ignorant youth
But even in pain, there is beauty in the truth

Even a tiny bit of deceit is dishonorable
For only cowards lie selfishly without preamble

As lies only strengthen a liar's defects
A liar's character, mind, & spirit gains no positive affects

The abuser of the truth paints with disappearing colors
Valuing the canvass at worthless dollars

For once the veil of the facade is lifted
Honesty, integrity and trust can never be re-gifted.

Unhappy are the takers
Or why else be fakers?

But to devastate the essence of the believer
Measures the cruelty of the deceiver

Inner peace with self deception
Is the doing of one's own soul's destruction

However if truth be told
When lies gradually unfold,

Is it better to be the believer
Or the deceiver?

Life is often dark for
those that dream

brighter for those born
kings and queens

brighter yet for the ones
that find beauty in all things