With a quill over paper
For muse, we are excavators
We pour out our hearts
So joy, love, peace to impart
To hold a torch over emotional darkness
To fill each others hollowness
Its for the love we write

When we write
We are called poets
A name fitting and right
But your theft just says you are mentally poor
Reducing you further to a mere thief
And nothing close to a P
Not to talk of a poet.

The moon is not a thing you can steal
Trust me its pure folly
That's a dumb idea to conceive
Posting others' poems
Posting like a poet?
Like seriously
How does that sound to 'your' hearing?
DUMB
Even so, to even dare, you must be too dumb to realize its dumb

To acknowledge is not so hard
Its just adding one more line on your pad
I want to deceive myself that you are not too dumb to know that
If you didn't know, now you do.

PS: You could post my poem
That does not make you a poet
It just makes you a thief
Suffice it to say, the worst kind
Without robbing me of the fact that I'm a POET

If anyone tells you cannot become an astronaut, a travel journalist,
have your own business,
Do not listen! Do not give up! And reply ......."WHY NOT!!!"
  But  consider WHY the person told you you can't.
Chances are that person does not follow their own dreams, is afraid
of judgment or failure, and has no inner strength, confidence or belief in himself.
It does not really matter. It's your life, your heart and your dreams that matter.
                  In todays world, you set the fashion & style. There is freedom
to express yourself beyond imagination. Feeling great and being
who you are is an external visual expression from within.
              If your choices in any way, shape or form cause deliberate hurt
to another, choose again or deal with the consequences and know
that you get back, sooner or later, EXACTLY what you put out!
Allow compassion, truthfulness and honor to guide you.
The person you are today, is not the person you were 10 years ago
or the person you will be 5 years from now.

When she asked a question
“Are you with me out of need, or choice?"
As he looked into her eyes,
He fought with fate and truth and lies,
And seeking answers deep within,
He wondered if he could begin,
And so the moment paused until
He felt his life was standing still.
And when at last the clock moved on,
And eye to eye began to speak,
As a single fear ran down her cheek,
He told her what he thought she knew,
“It’s my choice, to be here, with you.”
He continued ....
"I’m here and I will stand by you,
Each hill you have to climb.
So take my hand lets face the world,
Live one day at a time.
because it's only for a Lifetime
That I'm trapped in Love with you."
  A long pause ...
and nothing was left unanswered.

Taking control of life
that is meant to be mine
a life full of happiness and joy
but caught in the middle of a raging war.
Years of fighting has taken its toll
as I sit and watch my life
fight with every tool and nail,
a glimmer of hope surfaces
a little bundle of joy
kicking and screaming
ready to take its place.

For too many years,
I watched as life tossed me
here and there,
up and down.
It is all a game,
I told myself
one minute I would seem to be a winner,
and the next finish as the runner-up.

But a life without a reason
now has a meaning
a battle without a plan
now has a purpose,
to live and fight another day.

The person that I have grown into today
Did not get there by chance, no way
I am who I am partly because of you
And you are You because of me, too.

The changes I see
and what I have learned about me
are a response to how we affected our lives
and what we discover in each others eyes.

Our feelings might be different a year from now
But you are part of me forever somehow.
A part of me will always be you
and a part of you will always be me.

I will never forget you
For my love is honest and true....

Sometimes the bad times seems to over weigh the good,

because we don't remember the so much better times as much as we should.

Many shadows of good times are buried in the mountain we call time,

memories of the bad times seem to stay right at the front of our mind.

Goodtimes we have were not appreciated and ultimately taken for granted,

the bad we nurture and cultivate in our hearts like weeds we have planted.

Now as the years go on,

the bad forever on our mind,

and we don't seem to remember or realize,

just how much we have wasted our precious time.

So now lets have sometime , a break, from all bad

let go the negative and recapture the good we ones had

Spending more time dwelling on things that are good

And, how to respect one another as much as we should.