Don't approach a dog unknown to you
Holding out your hand, making eye contact
You may frighten him
Let him come to you

Don't write a poem uninspired
It won't work out
In good time
Let it come to you

Don't go out there seeking love
Like a child with a butterfly net
Live your life
Let it come to you

what is it that beats hard in your chest
why all the pebbles in your veins
is it any wonder that when you cry
you splash puddles of acid rain

what keeps you out, out on the fringe
why the desire for the alone
why the sudden finish before the end
because of your heart of stone

there is a chill that comes with your wind
ice hangs from off your eaves
closing the door to all life has to give
why can't the world just leave you be

the casket that holds the thoughts in your head
buried deep in the unknown
it's starting to rot, all that is left
because of your heart of stone

the line that was drawn long ago was broke
letting go the hold on you
all the faith that it takes, all of the hope
slaps down hard your attitude

shoving it tight into a box
that you've labeled with a darkened NO
all that you have, the entire lot
**because of your heart of stone

it seems came her

adrift on mellow breezes
faintly scent o' strawberries

red dawn golden lashes  in rhythms
upon a meadow painted by
Emerson words and Van Gogh splashes

so lightly afoot
so not to spoil any of nature

listening
relaying

being
her.

this poem explains the state i'm in

from humble beginnings to bitter end

haphazardly it might be a bit

but haphazardly is how i live

it's here to show you both my sides

from the heavy to the light

you'll have to wonder how i survive

or at least how i get by

painstakingly i'll add to it

all the crooks and crannies, every stitch

nothing will i dare omit

an open book i'll title it

it'll read just like a comedy

with it's share of tragedy in between

a real page turner for what it is

but that's just how my life is lived

i'll leave nothing out for you to guess

nothing more and nothing less

call the priest i must confess

for some of this they'll have my head

but after all is done and said

an open book i'll title it

Dreams are imaginations that set you free
Dreams are the stuff that emancipate fettered hearts,
meandering absentmindedly

Dreams give hope and last till infinity
Dreams are a rope to cling on to sanity
For when the world hast been tarnished and depraved
dreams are but a cascadence and showers of grace
washing you gently ashore,
into another chimerical world
in which is only soon to fade

hello...
before you let go
of the grip that you have
on the end of the rope
take what is left
of the minute you own
giving it back
in a penitence of love

hello...
before you lose hope
catch a shooting star
in its after glow
open your heart
and let it all flow
bring a thought to fruition
then let it grow

hello...
before i go
just a few things
i thought you should know
there's as many rights
as there are wrongs
mixed with the highs
as well as the lows