Creativity is like fleeting moments of brilliance, which albeit, occurs regularly

In the garden of Humanity
Plant more bonhomie
Love will blossom
The landscape will change
Fragrance and love all around
Colors will blend, celebrating all
The celestial space will rejoice
As happiness knows no bounds

You see for the longest time I was in misery,
Oblivious to my restrictions.
And for the longest time I didn’t realize that my impulse controlled my addiction.

I could no longer diminish the size of my issues,
So I turned my issues into tears,
and as they poured down onto tissues
I captured it all in a bottle
and threw it out to sea.

Hoping that whoever caught
the life I had relinquished,
could turn the horrifics into its terrifics,
my uncheaved dreams into victories,
my dismay into assurance.
and that my tears could make up the ocean
that would soon guide its way back to me.

And when I found you again
the emptiness within my soul
that had triggered my addiction
when I tested all my limits would be full again.

Because that’s what you do when you feel empty
you test your every limit,
looking a remedy to cure the pain,
a little something to take it all away
but you never realize
that little by little its taking you too.

Wastful wishes of one
that never listens, to
words said at a bed
side.

Sundays wasted sitting
on a hard bench hearing
the words from anothers
mouth, beliving words
that have been repated
a thousand times.

Money given to Telivision
evangelists, saying that
he speaks through them
to heal the sick, but the
one they prey to is the
almighty dollar sign.