It's been a while since I posted
So here's a solemn toast
To the poets I want to hear
Listen clear, there's no room for boasting
Be a courteous host, no matter what coast you rep.
Just write your thoughts down you woes will disappear

Let the world see what you want it to be
Let the world feel the aura cast by familiar strokes
Let the world experience your perception of your peers

Let yourself go.
Be free from responsibility and dive into the sea of creativity.
Cast your reel deep and inspiration will pull you down until
you pen your way out.
Sometimes you leave but only see drought.
Plagued by doubt you want to tap out until
suddenly an idea sprouts so you begin to scout
So please hurry to your pen before it dries out.
There's a million ideas in the sea.
Expand your mind to tap into your raw creativity.

As my eyes lower and my body shrinks
I drift into a land not known as a physical place
I blink as I descend hoping not met by a jinx
It's as lively as can be to me but to you it's null space
My face is motionless like a tree in a windless place
My thoughts are roaming free I can choose from my atlas
Unfortunately to cure my imbalance I must take leave
and drift from the lonely tree to a state where I'm mean to be.

The idea of money is funny
we need a piece of paper
to go out and look stunning
or to condense myself in familiar vapor.

I wish I could offer my service
instead of a greasy old dollar.
It would make me feel less nervous
to have success weighed by a collar

My good old friend
I haven't seen in ages
I heard you are going
to a faraway isle.

I wish I could see
your grand departure
but it pains me too much
to see the leave of a soul so pure.

I may appear mature
by the name of my age
But I'm still unsure
If I want to leave my cage.

My good old friend
you needn't worry.
They will soon send my soul,
trust me i'm in no hurry.

I may think that I'm strong,
but I fear which boat will take me there.
I want to prolong where I feel I belong,
As I cannot prepare for the ghoulish air.

My good old friend
how I still wish you were here,
I cannot make amends
or endear when you disappear.

I may not think you are gone,
I long for your presence as I sing our song.
*Sweet girl wake up to hear the sunlight,
but don't open your eyes until the time's right

Have you ever felt the need to drive
for miles and miles for a special someone
that you have no idea if they will even arrive?
Heart pounding, choked up on my own words.
Convincing myself they may never appear.
Maybe my vision is blurred, or my emotions stirred
as she enters my sight I take more flight than a bird.
My word, the fact that she's even here is absurd!
She is more than I pictured, her beauty not matched by words.
Even though it's only her first visit, I promise I won't
leave your sight, even if it's just for a minute.