Before I met you,
My world was black and white.

When we met,
You showed me the in between,
The gray of life.

When we became friends,
You showed me that there is even more.
There are oranges, red, and greens.

Peace, happiness, and life

When I left,
You taught me more,
Although you were gone.

You taught me of
Blues, yellows, and purples.
Darker, colder colors

Sadness, bitterness, and anxiety

You taught me so much
About the colors of this world

I think  it is time to take a chance
I will reach out and touch my dream
even though impossible  it may seem
It is up to me to strive and try
I want to see what i can achieve if i believe and take
one step at a time, i won't lie at times it might be tough
In the end i hope to accomplish much, i need to trust
and use my talents and ablities

She was in love
With old books.
She was in love with
The way they smelled
As she flipped the pages
And felt the air hit her face.
She was in love with
The rough texture
Of the paper worn over time.
She was in love with
The yellowed tint of the pages
And the crumple of water spots.
She was in love with
The broken and tattered
Binding that crinkled
When you touched it.
But most of all,
She was in love with
The stories that not only
The words written in them held
But the stories behind each
Coffee stain and torn corner.
The idea that this book
Had connected with
So many other people
Enchanted her,
And she wondered if
Maybe she wasn't as
Strange and odd
As people told her.
And she thought that just
Maybe she wasn't as
Alone as she felt.

He passed a preacher in hazy,
Misty, London streets.
Whispering sermons
From cracked shoeless feet.
None would stoop to
Cast a passing ear,
To the words of a man
With nothing left to fear.

He told tales of love,
Tempered by the light of reality.
Love of money,
Love of greed
And all the objects of fiction
We imagine that we need.

"To each let it be known!"

"None of your possesions are yours to own!"

"Leased out for the duration of your time!"

"From house to car and from the body to the mind!"

The passers by barely noticed the guy
Who spoke from the heart
With the words of the wise.
The wisest words they would hear for weeks
Lost among the
Hazy, misty, London streets.

The love that brought me home, each time I went away
Stillnessin affliction that confounded me
I was spoilt.
My love was hurt
He bled in his heart
In my boast I rose and puffed up Icould have burst.
Still, he waited. He patiently sought
For a brat he sought,without counting the cost
It could have never been more dearer
For he gave up all his wealth,which was great.
Reaching out
For such a sinful one as I
Thank You Lord

Looking back, I have to stiffle a laugh
Ponder,how did it all get so what-it-was?
You see, I had just a cold gun.
Without a single bullet,yet there I stood.
Formidable foes arising against a little boy
Seeking to snarl and growl all night.
It mattered not to me.
Woe unto them for He was watching
not only my back,but front,beside,underneath and over me
Nobly He walked me through the bullies
For some reason, their barred teeth couldn't bite
In their folly,they took on the wrong One
He made me an overcomer,a conqueror
Sit in heavenly places was His invitation.
He did it all just for me.

Make it through make it true
Lay it bare if you dare
Banish doubt make it count
Look around you’ve made it there

Shout it far show your scars
Fill the day with twenty-four hours
This is it what we’ve got
Looks like **** but it’s ours

You see this life filled with strife
So much hurt so much pain
Now you win now you lose
One’s loss another’s gain

It wasn’t meant to be pretty
Empty towns ***** cities
People all around have issues
Insecure, lost and misused

You can choose to stay and fight
Assert yourself claim your rights
Or decide to turn away
Make your mark another day

Showing up is half the battle
Knocked down back in the saddle
It’s not the wins and the losses
It’s the learning it’s a process

At the end of the day
Stop and do the math
Those who've made hay
Don’t have to look back.

As I go through life I have met many people who say they are my friend....
What is a real friend, how does one describe themselves as a friend....

The proof is in one's actions,
what they say,
what they do
and what they feel...

Anyone can say that they are your friend,
But the proof is in the pudding as we say......

Me, I will do anything for a real friend, anything in my control......

If they are excited about something I am there...
If they have bad news I am there....
If they need something I am there...
If they are hurting I am there....

Friends do what they say....
Friends call you just to say hello...
Friends check on you.....
Friends party with you.....
Friends have nothing but love for each other....

Anything else is only a acquaintance.....