B ring it all together
A lways breathe
L ace together past and future
A nd push through the present
N ever take yin without yang
C alm and collected
E verything works as one

Bird singing sweetly
Early dew drops kiss my toes
Tea brewing for me

Softly sat on a swing
Sun warms my calm sleepy face
Content sigh breaks silence

"Good morning" rises
with a quick cheerful reply
The day has started

my mind is so much all over the place i might as well have blown my brains out.
how funny.

a lot of people are worried about making mistakes.
i am one of those people.
to me, each mistake is like missing a step on your way down the stairs
it's like stubbing your toe of a piece of furniture
it's like a rap on the knuckles
each of these things, each of my mistakes, they all feel like one stumbling step closer to a paralyzed heart, a bruised body, a numb soul.

i don't like making mistakes,
then again i don't like myself either.
is it because i am a mistake?
or because i make so many there's no room to breathe in this space because of the missed takes?

ah, maybe i should come back to this poem.
i was on a roll, trying to portray the pain perfectly but...
i think i've done it again
in fact, i'm sure i have
a mistake
yet another "uh oh", "oops", or "my bad"
in the history of me.

this poem was a mistake.
i wish i could take it back, just like my other faults
but the wishes of the inept are not made to be answered.
so, i guess i'll do what i always do
just move on
and pretend that nothing happened.

Franz.

The name of an author.
The name of a friend.
The name of one who treasures learning about the world around him.

A free dove,
A cunning raven,
A confident peacock acutely aware of his fragility...

On the best days, inspired and lively; a hummingbird of beautiful words.
On the worst days, empty and angry; a storm of stress and sleeplessness.
On everyday, someone near and dear to my heart.

Some may call you __,
Some may call you hopeless.
I call you Kharon; a fierce brightness that carries me when I drown in Life's river Styx.

F ascinating!
R ebellious!
A dmirable!
N onconformist!
Z esty!

Franz whom I offer my sincerest camaraderie and love to.

Franz, a man whose life I pray grows prosperous, with many Happy Birthdays to come.

You pour too much, honey
You can give some to your self
Your bones were not meant to be broken apart
And to be given away as a parting gift
and your heart isn’t gonna take itself to sleep
to give way for another heartbeat
to succeed in making more songs for life to be lived
you deserve someone like your self
your lungs collapsed when you breathe
for anyone who needs serenity
you turn your back to your own battles
you were afraid to go home
when home became just a place
and you don’t know what happens next
you tried to cry
but the rivers were enough for you to sleep, so why?
You tried to look at your path
But you carelessly joined a troubled soul
And you waited for the aftermath
You knew.
You live by faith
And how it would lead to a better fate
You,
You tried not to worry about your pain
Learned how to live and love and die in vain
You deserve someone like yourself.
And not someone who broke you apart
Not someone who decided you were too small
For the eyes to see
Never someone who rated your worth with your color and melody
You weren’t gray
Nor the gave the slightest hint of happy
You provided yourself as the safety net
You never had one for yourself.
So, you,
You deserve someone like yourself.