You can bring up love
Talk about hate
Things that you save
Those you give away
With the little progress
That you have made
As you watch it all
Go down the waiting drain

You can read along
Knowing you are not alone
When robbing Peter
Trying to pay Paul
Having the right
Of course, to be wrong
You can bring about all this and more
On the inside of a poem

You can hum a tune
As your hands collect
Count the things that do
And those that do not last
Talk of remembered times
That really weren't that bad
Move in the direction of
What may lay ahead

You can tell the truth
Of what is going on
Or greatly misconstrue
The entire point
Rhyme wherever
You find that your mind roams
Bring about all of this and more
On the inside of a poem

let's see how high
i can count
before i decide
to turn my life around

if i don't change
the things i do
there won't be a thing
to do things to

i really need
to shine a light
on all i have
that resides inside

that keeps me here
right where i sit
preventing me
from getting ahead

not privy to
what's going on
to tell the truth
not sure i want

to hear how i
can bring about
the needed change
to get me out

of this hole
of self-defeat
i'm digging deep
in misery

which brings me back
to just how high
can i count
before i find

i need to turn
it all around
this life i have
of up-side down

we all desire something more
more than what is in store
some more than they can afford
what's behind the other door

some are happy with what they have
others want much more than that
not yet ready to accept
the life that's landed in their lap

who's not looking out for love
of which there never is enough
with the beating of the drum
more of that and then some

more pleasure in the prize
more than just this one time
finding out you were right
more to this so-called life

more of what they think they can
more of what they wish they had
more than they are left with
what more can be said

These pills took away my ability to feel
Now I dont know whats fake and whats real
Cutting myself because I need the relief
When Mum saw my arm she was in disbelief
I know I shouldn't, its not goof for my health
But when I look in the mirror I dont recognise myself

I was loved
For some time,

It was beautiful,
In between

Sunrise and
Sunset,

Alongside
Cats and candles,

While listening
To the best of

Chuck mangione
On a suit case

Record player,
That I haven’t

Touched since
I was loved,

Now I wonder
If I am deserving,

If life really open
Doors after one closes,

I’ll lay outside,
Back against the lawn,

I’ll **** on the dew
Of a freshly rained tree,

I’ll snack on the mushrooms,
And chew on sticks,

I’ll be fine,
Since I was loved.