we do not choose what we believe
we must believe in who we are
our lives begin and end with truth
how bright the light
how true the star
the further from the heart we drift
the less we know the soul
to the wind our thoughts will sift
our dreams just fragments
never whole
we do not choose what we believe
we must believe in who we are
take a pause and take a look
before you walk too far

Where does the poet turn
when the words cannot be found
who will see him
through quiet nights
and solemn days
as he fumbles in thought
at a scene already written
an emotion already spent
the frightening possibility
that his dreams have all been dreamed
his nightmares all survived
the poet's eye if narrowed
is blind

a cold wind turns the corner
as he makes his way
to the nearby park
with pencil and pad
he will gaze in infinite wonder
the children at play
the Sun on the bay
and he will wish he could live
the words once again

You are The Sun,
The moon and my stars,
In this vast universe,
Illuminating the darkness,
A gorgeous mural, the purest of art,
The flower that has deeply rooted in my heart, created a garden and purified all of my parts, the beautiful tunes of the music,
Soon as it starts, soon as it’s caught,
Fuel to the spark, the fire that keeps growing, at no time in the present or the future it stops, the food when I starve, to whom should I go, when I feel down and gloomy in thoughts, in this world I’m lost, you be my compass.

yellow makes you smile
even though you are hurting
the warmth of it comforts you
like a loving mother
holding her newborn child

i was blue for so long
yellow was a foreign concept to me
finding sparks of happiness
amongst the pain
was hard to do
now it’s second nature

yellow represents hope
it’s vibrant and pure
the feeling you get
when someone compliments you

when yellow came around
i forgot about blue
experiencing unexplainable joy
with no logical reasoning attached
i now stood in peace
as the raging storm passed through me

i wasn’t used to this mysterious feeling
so I sat and questioned it’s meaning
soon my friend anxiety decided to pop in
following blue
she looked so sad and frail
i ran and held her tight
until her pain was unknowingly transferred to mine

yellow never sits still
it comes and goes
that doesn’t mean you
can’t enjoy it’s stay
life can’t just be filled
with yellow days
now and then
you need a little grey

sometimes we’re blue
a skeptic to our own existence
some days we’re green with envy
because we’re no longer content
with the way we’re living
sometimes we’re a burning flame
with red chills rushing to our face
some days we’re yellow
and give ourselves grace
that nobody’s perfect
and go on with our day