If I fall,
I will just have to hope
That I land on the
Bounce houses
And loose feathers
From pillow fights
Of my childhood

Rather than the
Broken glass
And hard concrete
Of my future

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

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.....

the glass is half empty
my mind is too full
negativity is all that tempts me
with its downward pull

with broken feathers
i fall from the sky
when it's always cloudy weather
hope is sure to die

once i was lost
broken and dying
now i can be found
fearlessly flying

I'm a saint of the vapor
that's my God-given nature
I'm only here for a season
with my heart, pen, and paper

SATOR
AREPO
TENET
OPERA
ROTAS

Cropsman,
Alpha-Omega is with you, and bids you go forward with a patient but steady momentum.
Keep yourself to the Old Truth.
Your work
Is that of the seasons which are cyclical as the wheels of your sowing and reaping contraptions.

~~
You have made my moments long
I hunched
And it has turned as the round
Though yet no end but there was a start bound

Clouds pouring rain
Continue moving in vain
Waves of the moment dropping
Away, thousand miles away the wind blowing

These words are echoed a long
Sometimes the scene looks like a sad song
Say insane, thee mind that
Throwing words to another like a tat

Colliding, thunder sparking too many
See you in a Second as the Sunny
Again in a moment disappear, alone
Spend time in the light and dark tone

And then words do not burst
Too much hunger, ******
Not even raining no more
Poetry does not come anymore

Far away,
at an unknown lazy noon
Can recognize a broken part
of crystal moon
~~

I get betrayed a million times
And lose faith in everything that's called love or trust.

But poetry brings me back again
And makes me fall in love as many times as a new leaf takes the place of a dead one.

It makes me trust people again
And makes me realise the beauty of all words that can possibly exist.
I'm born a million times.