Hello me,

I'm you. I'm the older you after multiple suicide attempts, and lost in a haze of ***** and drugs.  I am also you who sought and searched for some meaning and belonging, only to find hypocrisy and pain.  But all that aside, I wanted to thank you for not giving up on life even though you wanted to.  Finally asking for help when you did, even though a part of you didn't care anymore.  Thank you for letting hope grow in you one day at a time.  Thank you for letting me love you, so I can love me today.  Life is pretty amazing today, and we would have missed out on this beautiful journey because we were so locked in our pain. Now, you and I can share our story of pain and suffering to help someone else.  We don't have to stay in a hopeless state of mind and body.  Thank you for having the courage to surrender and admit you couldn't do it alone anymore.  I love you very much.

Love,

I'm You

The land rots

laid to waste the precious land

green gardens turning to desert sand

a bag of plastic choke the roots

a bottle and can rush the shoots

factory chemical kills the seed

this by the hand of human deed

trees to fell for human need

the land ***** by human greed

engineered by science the crops do stand

******* the blood of god given land

what we waste not gone in air

a plastic bag to nature unfair

oh will our children not see the grass green

or they not find fishes in the stream

maybe they breathe air with a price tab
or they eat food made in a lab

time for every one to act

a plastic bag never rots a fact

efforts of few just tears on sand

let us try to save the rotting land

For tis god hath made
for humanity not to fade

a women in tis world to be
In storm a strong flowering tree

a mother for life to give
a lover for moments to live

a wife with love to share
a friend in times needed care

for tis a beauty of  a woman
Yet abused by life and men

Times in pain dark clouds cover the sky

Fountains of heaven doth open when Angels cry

Emotions spent and tears to dry

Heavens thy pains bear and Angels Cry

The spirits of freedom seek to fly

Chained in tis world Angels Cry

Dreams of the heart to paint the sky

Hands tied to pain Angels Cry

Hunted souls birds without wings to fly

Felt in heaven Angels cry

Rage in the heart hatred fly

Love and peace Angels cry

Heaven to reach the hungers cry

Souls doth care Angels cry

Hearts of Love empty to dry

Showers to fill Angels cry

Hurt and pain Angels cry

Love and Joy Angels cry

Tears and smile Angels cry

For you and me Angels cay

The world to be one Angels Cry

To those in darkness Angels Cry

To those that Left Angels Cry

To the lonely souls Angels Cry

Love in the heart Angels cry

A hand to help Angels cry

To share and care Angels Cry

To bring the joy Angels Cry

Many a tales held in tis heart
Yet tis not a story out of a writers thought
A day the sun burned its best
I stop for a drink my back acking to rest
Ere I saw a scene played by GOd
A Friendship between a boy and  dog.

Dressed in cloths a needle cannot mend
To beg for money his masters did send
His arms feeble and hairs brown
A cry for help in hunger to drown
Seeketh he the money for food
A few refused and some gave for good

The hunger in him burnt with will
His cries sought for a stomach to fill
Tempers soared as strangers never let go
An irate man poised for a blow
Words of hatred and abuse loud
None to stop , the boy stood his ground

Out from nowhere a loud bark
The boy’s face lighted with spark
The stranger let his hand low
Words of abuse stopped to flow
A mangy mutt wild with hairs white
Many a battle scars in street fight

Snarling teeth of the protecting friend
strangers backed and the war did end
Hugging his friend the boy walked away
Tis heart had words. yet tears spoke that day
Tales of love and friendship written in sand
Yet the Friends of the street bound by natures hand

in times facing defeat
hearts miss a beat
in loves warmth to treat
hearts miss a beat
in success dangerous feat
heart miss a beat
in the cradle of deaths seat
hears miss the final beat

Eyes of tis world seek the perfect
Precious gems imperfect
praised are the deeds perfect
yet creative genius imperfect
journey of life adore the perfect
Fool a brand for imperfect
Fortune and fame perfect
selfless acts imperfect
copy of success perfect
hearts different imperfect
seek ye to be perfect
beauty in souls imperfect

your love
melts into me
thawing my icy
*heart free

Sixteen years gone riding the wheels two .
Ever a pleasure for a rider true
May be influenced by a western or two
Ever a pleasure on a steel horse true

Nor do i ride to race and win
Nor given to speed to raise the adrenaline
Yet miles to pass and wheels to spin
In to tis heart the lone ranger rides in

the engines hum a heart to beat
Highways roads to village street
Rain and sun never to feel
riding to the horizon in the horse of steel

To let go and fly to the sky
Riding the winds till they die
To feel the wind on the face
A passion to set the roads ablaze

Riding the wind all day long
Whistling the tune of favorite song
Every road has a bend right or wrong
the wind rider rides in the hearts for long