Dear writer/reader,

I need you to take yourself through this brief poetry lesson...

Poetry is how we give meaning to our feelings and thoughts,
It is not merely stringing words together,
But putting something out there,
That someone else can relate to
Or merely draw inspiration from.
It is a recipe for criticism,
But within reason.

So, go on and let these words be the mouthpiece for your head and heart.

Sincerely yours,
(noma)Freedom

Falling leaves hurry to gather
at one worn headstone after another
like a funeral party uncertain where
lies the lost loved one it grieves;;

Time and wind tug on the memory
left in this absent minded cemetery
no one comes visit but weather and me
and the dead lying under the trees

have stories nobody can read.

The sun will remember that your heart needs to feel it's rays upon it

NO human creature can give orders to love