I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

I can never stop thinking,
I think about the past
the people I once knew,
the friends I've had
the enemies I've perceived

all these people I'll never see again
people I've loved
and people I've hated,
people I had no opinion of at all
every one a piece in time gone by

So many people
"I can't stand people"
I say this and yet,
they define me
their loss a constant weight

Today is today
but today also feels like yesterday

and yesterday is just like every other day
just as tomorrow will be

and tomorrow will be like today
while today is next year

next year is eons away
and last year is creeping up

but last year was many years in one

ten thousand todays
a million yesterdays
too many tomorrows