I wrote a word and let it go,
A seed it was, I did not know;
It fell to earth in secret ground,
And there a living tree was found.

I gave a word to one long dead,
It rose to life and gave them bread;
I whispered low, the branches grew,
And clothed the land in morning dew.

I read a word that made them glow,
I took a word and watched it grow;
It bore a fruit I could not see,
Yet filled the world with mystery.

I spoke a word I can’t take back,
It darkened sky and turned it black;
The fruit was sweet, the poison whole,
It sowed a storm that stole a soul.

Not a beauty queen
No silver screen
No Emny though I want one
Just you and me
Me and You
Never going to be
Feet on the ground
Reaching for stars yet unseen
You know want I meant
You know what I mean
Never going to be more than what I am
Not sure what that will turn out to be
Still a work in progress stlll hard to be believed
No greater love in tbe world than what we share
For some never going to be
Never going to be

Life is but just a number.
A day given, to each and every man.
A day to be born.
A day to die.
But each day is just a number.
So as each man knows not the numbers of his days.
Let's live each day, with love and care.

Heart knows truth
Mind makes truth
Heart feels warmth
Mind makes stories to get warmth

Heart sense feelings of love
Mind play games to trap love

Heart knows your false promises
Mind drills the heart not to listen
And force to slide in the superficial golden cage with never ending slow pain

I cut down the sunflowers,
just to brighten up your day.

Suffering found poetry, death found philosophy, and i found them both.