What happened to love, respect and appreciation?
This poem has no occasion
It’s observation detail
The thought of mannerisms that fail
Let me give a history lesson, it was back in biblical times is when the Lord created the Earth later it became generations upon generations
The Lord saw the world being good
Yet the Heavenly Father went through deep struggles and be bared being could
However, person to person doesn’t even have respect in would
Yet life is about living in how you should
What would it take for us to have respect for one another?
Appreciation is a blessing
There are lessons to learn
You might need me to hand you a drink of water
Perhaps a health issue, but maybe not in that order
But I am sure you get my point
We are not sheep where we need to scatter
I know some of you are thinking it doesn’t matter
The world needs embrace one another, and welcome and appreciated each other
A plain simple please and thank you goes a long way
A good morning is what starts the day
A good evening that ends a hard day
No need to give negative looks
The man in the mirror is the picture that took
Respect, Love and Appreciation is what the world needs to strive for
The Lord brought us all together to fellowship
The Heavenly one is the tip
Let’s greet one another
You do not have to be negative like the other
Yes life is rough
But to survive you must hang tough
Now I think I have said enough.

Uncomfortable within this skin.
My joints complain
and muscles scream.

But people say, "It's normal.
It's more common than you think."

My mind in shambles.
Ideas incoherent
and thought processes
sluggish at best.

But people say, "It's normal.
It's more common than you think."

My emotions are in
total disarray.
I'm not happy
yet I'm not anything at all.

But people say, "It's normal.
It's more common than you think."

My insides twisting,
splitting.
Every grain and fibre
set on fire.

But people say, "It's normal.
It's more common than you think."

If this is normal,
I'm petrified with
the prospect of
what isn't.

The life I knew
Was no great wonder
No endless sunsets,
No dreams made flesh.
No great plans
Newborns. Sweet infants
Or expectations.
I was just a rotten
Soul
            lost to dark banks
Night skies.
Raw young kisses
Idiot lust
With no tomorrow.

It wasn't much.
Just enough to miss.

Insomnia - not made for the weak of mind, body or soul
I believe that those of us who have been gifted with insomnia know many truths
The truth of ourselves
The truth of this infinite being of a universe
For it is in myself being an insomniac, I've discovered different dimensions
Not just out there, in the world
But in my head
For I have seen the galaxies dance with the cosmos
And the cosmos dance with us, with me
It is in being an insomniac that I have gotten to know who I am
And it is in being an insomniac that I will discover my life's path of genuity, my purpose.
There are no more rooms available for grey areas.

I'm a passenger here..
When was it last
Morning dew soaked my shoes
When we'd watch red skies rise
On a rocking ocean float
After nights watching stars
In our time without cars.

Now I'm a passenger here,
So I've long since feared
Something new has a hold of me
What am I supposed to be?
What replaces those nights
Of laying upon lawns
Where the only thing wrong
Was sharing headphones
And she picked a bad song.

I discarded your memories into a box
2 years of us with rocks in our socks
3 weeks to discard me
4 words to unarm me
"how have you been?"
5 months since "then"
6 months with no words
Just echos. Reverbs
"you're crazy"
But 1 message?
And it unravels?
And it's my heart
I'm here to gamble.
2 years with rocks in our socks
But I fit all those memories into a box.