feeling too much makes you weak
men are dogs, I see

confirmation needed
who this is, is hard to know
preciseness please god

My gods are living
my gods breath, guide me softly
then abandon me

Walk through the park-So
Cold I can almost *******
Next hot chocolate.

Working in the field
The hot sun beats down on me
I hear the whip crack

I think she is great.
When I see her face I see
the face of kindness

rudderless, weary
empty hearts full of loss
meet in the hotel

let it out
let the world back in
a beacon of hope

fight like siblings
love like family; any
port in a storm

brothers and sisters
that i could take away
pain from love forlorn

and mend all shreds
of misfortune
previously torn

brought on by whiskey
in the end
this was just a thought

Once I loved her more
Even than the air I breathe-
She, a bad dream now.

Sometimes I wish to
To be like my good friend, wind
Unpredictable.