Welcome.
This is your
road. It has always
been here waiting for
you. You're welcome to
begin this journey whenever
you're ready. There are certain
principles that you must remember,
however, to truly understand this journey.
First, know that you chose this road before ever
you came upon it. This is your path, and your path
alone. No one else can tell you how best to tread this
path. That is impossible. It is not their path. They know
nothing of this road -- Your Road. It is up to you to read the
signs and find your own way. Do not be afraid. It's an adventure!
You can't slip up. You can't ***** up. That's just not how it works...
Let go of your fear. Stop living your life in hiding, running away from
the things that scare you. Instead, live in search of the things you LOVE.
Love will always carry you home. Love will teach you all you need to know.
Love is your streetlight. Let it guide your footing. Follow the Light, your Heart,
your Soul. They are one and the same. And as you do this, very soon you'll see,
the further you go down the road, the closer you get to your Self. Closer to YOU.

You start to learn who you truly are.
In a sense, you remember.
This epiphany will shake your life to the core.
You discover that You Are Perfect.
Embrace who You Are.
Love who You Are.
Become who You Are.
This is your number one vocation.
There is no higher calling.

For from within, from who you are,
This world shall be changed,
Your life will ignite,
Your purpose laid before you...

Become whole.
Become Love in motion.
Become YOU.

The house felt so quiet with only the hum from the fan
Cooling my only contact with the outside world
Only I could hear the pattering from the spiders run
From their frenzied night time feast
My spine felt a shiver
The glow had faded from the fire and my palms sweated
At the thought of my insanity  
Yet here I must write
Write
To keep the demons at my door
Write
To stop them crawling into me
Write
To stop the feel as they whisper into my silence
I close my mouth and scream

So here I write soliloquies
Here I write my soul
It's here I write my madness
The writing on the wall
A poet writes of nothingness
No meaning
Break the rule
The madness from the shadows speak
All quiet breaks

Poor the soul

The golden hour wakes me, I'd fallen yet again
All bottles have been broken
Empty for the drain
I wallow in my pity,the gallon drum awaits
Drinking for my future
Drinking for my wake
A poet so I be
Famously broken
Fabulous me

The house felt so peaceful as my normality returned
The writing left in front of me all ready for the burn
I seek another moments grace
Please madness come
Return
My writing comes that different here
An era that I spurn
Now poets will remember this in writing that they feel
A time for loosing all inside
A craving feeds the feel
It's hard to speak when no one knows how crazy that you are
It's poets talk we really crave
The
Writing on the wall

Awoken
by pounding on the door
at two in the morn
stumble up
fumble with the lock
two of my dear friends
hammered and in shock
that I answered
Both beautiful
despite their state
before I could say,
"Hey"
They kissed my face
and bit my neck
hugged me
to and fro
I know they were
drunk
but those were
the first kisses
I've had in months
and months
I fell asleep
with a
smile