We gave because we feel that we must
We gave because we know it’s the right thing to do
We gave because we were corner into giving
We gave from the kindness of our hearts

Giving is not always a fear exchange.
occasionally we get shortchange
Giving is a guilty conscience: you give me something
I have to return the favor. Some givers like to
stay out of the limelight:  that’s me
it’s best way out :  no acceptance speech

No you
“shouldn’t have,
it was so generous of you
You are so kind to think of me".

Giving is like uncut rough diamond,
it never sparkles until it polish

I can love you just how you like

Will you be forced over the edge

Off the brink into the imagination

Can danger be what's there

Or what's not thought of

Side by side at this table

It's dusk as we stare and sip our coffee

You have what you want

I give what you need

This seems like too much

We indeed two separate beings

I desire backpacks and simple lore

You the less practical classy desire a financial security

That's not secure to me

It seems I will be the tombstone blockade

On your way to lifes luxurious destination

I your brain

I your heart

The clock strikes nine and I have to run

And I await the day you tell me its done

You walked away
Should i be sad
Should i be glad
The blank space
You left...
For a more deserving heart
The blank space
Is here
For someone's better...

Dear Daddy,
What wrong did I do?
Why is it that
you only think of you?
Dear Daddy,
I wanted to be freed.
I asked it very nicely,
why didn't you come get me?
Dear Daddy,
I hate it here even more.
All of this yelling
is making my throat sore.
Dear Daddy,
My sisters gave up faith.
But I'll give you another chance,
at least a few more days.
Dear Daddy,
You never said goodbye.
But I promised to give you
one more last try.
Dear Daddy,
It's been over 10 years.
Yet for some reason,
I'm still waiting here.
Dear Daddy,
Don't even bother.
After all this time,
you're no longer my father.

Do faces matter?
I don't know.

We were born,
Without a face
In this world,
And joined a big race
Race of the kind
Where the face is what we take
And show the world
What we can make.

Your beauty, your shine
Is not all you ever had
Your face is behind
The achievements you may have.

Do faces still matter?

It's not about your beauty,
It's not how you smile
It's about how you show your face,
The face on your file.

Do faces matter?
I think they do.

A unique curve of your face
Is given a unique name
A name which recognizes you,
A name which gives you fame.

But what's the gain
When we're all going to die?
Die with a name,
With your chest burning with fire
And with you, your name
Will stop to respire.

Do faces matter?
I don't think so.

Your smile matters
That's what I know
You will go and with you,
The name on everyone's lips will die.

We'll face oblivion
We'll face it, I don't know why
That's why I tell
Not to live a lie
Because all that matters
Is how your face shines
When you finally sleep
*Sleep with a smile.

In my mind, I break things.
I throw picture frames at walls
shatter the vase of wilting flowers
shove books out of their cases
rip apart their pages,
tear away their seams until they are back
to an incoherent soup of letters
and their well meaning themes and phrases
have become but what my life is,
poignant and pathetic.

There is nothing, no reaction.
I wreck havoc in my head
while I give a picture of composure
as you lecture me on how to live my life
when yours is nothing but in shambles.

In my mind,
I run away, take a train and live
to see brighter days.

It's one of those days,
where I remind myself not to let go yet.
But one of these days,
I'm walking out in to the sea and all you'll see
are the specks of gleaming water in the breeze.