Why must there be a barren feeling within my heart?
I hardly have enough time to think about my passions, let along live them.
Why am I doing the things I do when they don't make me happy?
Living life a certain way because thats what others tell me I should do.
My family would be heart broken. For I am the beacon of hope.
Living my life for them.
On the inside I am broke.
I cannot write how I used to...

I love to watch your hair blow in the wind.
I wonder if I can ever stroke it again.
We would sit and watch the city lights, your smile a flashlight.
My spine would tingle at the touch of your love.
My speech would change more than the weather does.
Our conversations lasted until dusk.
Eyes closed with open hearts talking just to connect.
I love to watch your hair blow in the wind.
I get the blues when I image your face.
My beautiful paradise..come back to me you may.

I want so badly to stay focused.
I need so desperately to become stronger.
I feel stripped of such a wonderful chance.
I learned that you can't force anyone to dance.
Its been all about everything all the time.
Leave me, leave me by my lonesome for a while.
The blues is my bandage, covering the invisible wound.
Each note cleansing my body, each word giving strength.
My chance lies within my soul.
No words are necessary....

The was once a man who fell to his knees...
For the universe was very generous to him.
Much thanks was given from the man you see...
Kind heart mind and soul he reaped.
How life forever unfolds in all sorts of favor...
The mysterious aura of everyday action.
Look above and you feel closer...
Look within and you become closer.

the barren heart has no cushion.
no warmth. no *****.
a virus seeped into the blood.
leaving the spirit in a funk.
just how is is it done?
the killing of man.
day by day destroying a peaceful vibration.
A stairwell of conditions for one to meet.
headed down, not up, for a financial treat.
lie to yourself and the lie will haunt.
leaving you barren hearted
in a meaningless funk.

I am embarking on a journey.
It requires my wit.
It scares me to quit.
A process of learning.

Big person I shall be,
in the face of change.
Only forward remains.
Slow and steady like tea.

Changing self to help others.
Or at least the attempt.
Won’t let my spirit go limp.
Not me, nor my brother’s .

The meaning of life, only One shall know.
I continue to strive and let my cup overflow.

Hello midnight travel.
It has been quite a while.
I'll use this time to think and unravel.
Regain my freedom mile after mile.
Leave me here to explore alone.
How good it feels to be away from home.

Meeting you had me all excited..
To once again be reunited.
You move as I move, equally ecstatic.
Both blind to how life has it written.
Instantly the night turns dramatic.
Leaving the two of us floored and smitten.
Now our journey is delayed...

I miss you brother.