Journeying through life I've learnt many many things;
I've learnt to say sorry, as well as say thanks
I've learnt to be silent, and speak when I can;
And also be friendly, with a shake of the hand.

I've learnt to be honest, both to me and to you
Be the best I can in all I think, say and do
I've learnt to cross boundaries, and also obey rules.
I've learnt to be a brother, friend, lover, even a fool

I've learnt to say "I love you" and mean it from my heart
I've also learnt to let go; although it's the saddest part
I've learnt to be faithful and loyal to the end
Above all i've learnt to seat back and enjoy having a friend

I've learnt that life teaches from both sides of the coin
Like; love when you can but let go when you should.
So I've learnt how to whisper, I've learnt how to scream
And I've learnt how to wake up and pursue my dream

Your beauty lies in your simplicity,
And silence gives it fragrance.
6/11/2022

Human life is funny. I tend to think of us as candles.
And we flicker.
We’re small.
We die.

But, you feed that candle, it can be a fire.
And we burn.
We blind.
We remember.

He didn’t see me
I’m depressed
He sees me smiling,
I’m repressed.
I wanted to be his only one
He said stay blessed
But I’m the only one
Cleaning up this mess

He didn’t love me to leave her and be mine
He didn’t want me for more than half time
He kept switching and kept coming back and forth
He kept playing and leaving me in limbo
I stayed true to him, I never lied
Why can’t he see me be by his side
This half baked love has a shelf life

I tried my hardest to make him be mine
He just didn’t see me in that light
Good for a side, good for a small time
Never enough to be his life
Wife. He never cared to live up to his promises,
It’s true, I’m not turning into his wife
He never loved nor he cared
It is beginning to become a hard life.

I’ll leave him, I’ll move on to better skies
No more internalising his lies
I wanted love and security
This was turning a difficult time.
I’ll be gone, I promise I won’t pine
He is the last person who could be mine
Don’t need him, don’t care
Walking out is better than living a stupid lie.

one day
it will be easy to breathe
my lungs will inhale flowers
and honey
it will be second nature
like riding a bicycle
like tying a shoe
like swallowing a pill
and i will hold on
tightly and
with shaking hands
until then

721

Behind Me—dips Eternity—
Before Me—Immortality—
Myself—the Term between—
Death but the Drift of Eastern Gray,
Dissolving into Dawn away,
Before the West begin—

’Tis Kingdoms—afterward—they say—
In perfect—pauseless Monarchy—
Whose Prince—is Son of None—
Himself—His Dateless Dynasty—
Himself—Himself diversify—
In Duplicate divine—

’Tis Miracle before Me—then—
’Tis Miracle behind—between—
A Crescent in the Sea—
With Midnight to the North of Her—
And Midnight to the South of Her—
And Maelstrom—in the Sky—