Your scent is in my hair
     in the clothes that I wear.
It leaves me tainted,
   numb in
Sandalwood sedation.
Breathing it in,
   a fragrance so rich,
no longer need the redolence of dollars.
I only need the scents right off your collar.

Your touch,
Your Smile,
Your words,
are all reminders of your powerful soul;
the one which wraps me,
so subtly, so comfortably.

You are not a gold coin.
You see, a gold coin is liked by everyone
but, not everyone is going to like you.
Even those that smile in your pretty face
will sometimes talk crap like it’s their place.
But Darling, never let this get in the way.
Not everyone is ready to hear the things you need to say.
Not everyone will capture the love you spread.
Who cares if they like you or not.
Who cares if they are nice or not.
Everyone is at their own evolutionary path
and if you want to do anything meaningful in life
your job isn’t to judge other’s path.
Your only job is to be YOU.
Your only job is to spread love and light
by speaking your truth.

A writer’s core is pain and fears. This is what they release with every pencil [keyboard] stroke. It’s a healing process which allows them to see the light. The reason why writers share this healing process is because they simultaneously heal others who are internally at war. And, that is a writer’s responsibility—to heal the world.

Go on a rich voyage
away from the crowds,
       in tune with the waves,
             in love with the clouds.
With just the ocean breeze to converse with,
   may your richest secrets be revealed in motion.
It is in this place where you go offline
      and truly connect to the source of time.
Here lies your inner voice and guidance.
Offline, is where you are most connected;
       lost in the faraway horizon.