in your poetic journey
you may meet poets
who are taller
and seem mysterious
and you may not understand
their magic.

their words
may be taller
than you can reach.

go back to them.

if they are worth
their salt,
they will take your hand
and walk you through
their lines.

you will grow.

the best poetry
carries our essence
out to greet the world.

the best poems
are conversation.

my heart is a fragile mind
a melancholic blueish bind
weeping to the voice left behind
whispering; the yearn of return
the passion, the feelings burn
suffocated in that bruised urn
a stitch ripped open alive
the hellish last goodbye
of a heart at last willing to die

Another night

To bed to bed

I love my bed and my sleep

Forget what I've done

At least for a bit

Stars


Train your eyes on something far away
Then look again another sunny day
Everything is coming fast
And you know it will never last
The sun goes down and the die is cast
Look at the stars they seem so vast
One day you'll be a part at last
A cosmic essence come to task
Around the universe you'll see everything
Not from one planet but true perspective ultraistic fascinating
Tomorrow you'll find it is today when time was constant imagining
In that you will find the parts of your mind set free and bright into stars in the night sky glistening.