I used to judge love
By the words I was told.

But people deceive with their tongues.

I tried to judge love
By the way I was treated.

But people deceive with their actions as well.

So how should one judge love?

It's simple: you don't.

You just love with all your heart, mind, body and soul.
You hold on for the ride,
And hope against all hope

*That this time will be different.

A poet, an artist, (with little restraint)
Penciled words on his canvas, saw no use for paint,
Crafted words into pictures; Visions out loud.
Of most of his work, was exceedingly proud.
Unfettered, unbounded, his huge canvas at wait
He brandished his pencil and began to create.
Desiring a masterpiece, appealing to all
Pride prompted his excess, preceded his fall
Trapped in a vortex, surrounded by words,
Shared them with others to see if they heard.

The public was skeptic, and reflected the same
His confidence shattered; His ability shamed
He had written with passion, as if possessed
But the silence of critics left him redressed.
“Who is it says everyone cannot be pleased?
Off with their heads!  Get them down on their knees!”
He drew a sharp sword, surrendered a laugh,
Sliced his canvas to shreds, cut his pencil in half.
“I’ve heard your silence, the first version *****”
Sharpened his pencil, wrote ‘Surrounded Redux. ’

PwL 4/20/15

I don't think you,
The fact I can get it right away with,
I'm so excited to be able too see

I love you so much for the rest
The new version of this,
Is there any way I can see you

I'm not going to be the best
The only thing that I can be
For example I don't think that I don't know
Or have known that for sure

The difference is subtle,
Fairly or daunting,
Something of crumbles of nothing,

For families,
Friends abroad,
Just have what you'd like,
From this great wide feast,
Chase the Galaxy a mile away,
Dying and birthing like clay


Down,
With the icicle blow,
To the chest and through the neck,

Against the evening sky,
Awhile the nights went by,
When I found the picture of me and you