I guess it's up to us

To decide
If we believe in a higher power

Some desire
A relationship with
A savior

Like myself
A person
And son of God
Savior

Who represents
An ideal
A principle

After a time
Many years
Of not getting
What the heart desires

I just become as content
As I can

My old therapist
Will not read this
Sadly

It's Friday
That was the day
That we met

That was the day
That she listened to me
That she showed me
That she did care some

That all ended
In April of 2015

She just celebrated
Her two year wedding anniversary

I remember her comments

Hello Liz
Now this poem just goes out
On the web

It was just one hour
Per week
That was all

Do you know
Many Americans
Don't really have good friends
Anymore...

I gave her a Wonder Woman card
Because she was like Wonder Woman
To me

Have you lived most
Of your life all alone
Like me?

I wonder if Liz
Ever thinks of me
Or prays for me

I wonder if she saw
The new Wonder Woman movie

I am alone
Like I knew I would be

With just my prayers
Well I'm not complaining
I'm grateful for the things I have

I hope she will
At least spare a thought for me
Every Friday

That is when we used to meet

A broken *** shattered and scattered into pieces that are strewn everywhere. Oil and water that cannot mix together and will not coexist. So are the ideologies of humanity, the things we think are important to us. That which we feel we must scream at another in order to get them to understand in truth is of little consequence. If one way is right and another wrong, then let them exist side by side and see which bears the fruit of success. If we cannot agree on even existence with tolerance, then we are a house divided and to null effect for we shall both come to nothing and fail in the end.

would you believe me
if i told you
that you are the universe
in which i live in,
the air in which i breathe,
the land on which i walk?

would you shake your head
in disagreement
if i mentioned how
your smile acts as my sun,
your voice a melody
that lingers in my favourite songs,
your eyes as lambent
as the beautiful
night moon?

would you think of me
in the far future
on quiet evenings by the windowsill
as you reminisce the times
we spent together,
the memories i replay constantly
in my mind,
of days i wish will never die?

would you?

i hope you do.
i hope you do.

Even when it leaves you
And you've missed the bus
And your battery has gone
And the hot water has run out
And you just dropped your salami
Be grateful for the colour in your eyes
And for the movement in your face
And how you can swallow your own tea
And the way your mind goes its own way
Despite all conflict today I am grateful
For the people that reached out to me