Be kind to everyone...for every person you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about.

Always give yourself the first priority...you come first...the world comes later.

Once you let go of your fear...there's virtually nothing that you can't do.

here, time is a truck
with waxed wheels. but it
keeps pacing, keeps paving the path
to destruction; in dreams, I pluck

myself from its sheath, let it sweep
over me like a tide; on the
ground, I gather my garments,
as stones and seashells, slip

into their ethers, where eternity
waits. here, pyramids don’t converge
as they taper; they tunnel
like a lair that has lost its lucidity

& I’m wandering within their walls,
clueless, clouded—a captive child
eager to escape into enlightenment,
or another dream, where bliss befalls.

this is a paper-dream gobbling
reality—down to its
bone, bruised bare & bleeding.

I want my love back,
I would still walk
with my love
in this park
and by the lake.

I want my love back,
I would still swim
in the water
like a duck
in the dusk.

I want my love back,
I would still wake
me up with love
for a morning walk
on the sidewalk.

I want my love back,
I would still talk
to my love
without any balk
and keep it dark!

When I was a child,
I was taught poetry wasn't mild,
It was deep as the sea,
And it seemed truly unachievable for me.
I was taught poetry had to rhyme,
Every single line, every single time.
So poetry seemed out of my reach,
Like chasing a seagull down a beach,
Jumping ever so slightly away,
Or soaring into the sunny day.

So I never thrived for what I thought would,
No, Could
Never be.

I guess now I'm fixing the mistakes of past me.