I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

As my ego grew to a different latitude,
It came with a twisted attitude.
Lack of gratitude for the things around me lead to blessing bypassing me.
Filled with agony , I had to go on a journey within me.
The journey lead to clarity, serenity & most importantly it humbled me.

Insights from people of all tribes make it a kaleidoscope of different vibes
A number are genuine & kind, while a portion try to manipulate & say the people are blind
But together they can achieve more & conquer all, as they strengthen their inner core, Love.

Finally got a seat at the table
But little did I know I was dancing with the devil
There I thought I was noble
Only to find I was in trouble
Only thing I ate was stress, which left me depressed
Always thinking about what was next had me looking hexed
And so I finally decided to leave the table,
Through God I was able.

Society is so typical.
Even though conditions get critical,
They still choose to remain illogical.

The future is a mystery.
The past is history.
Despite living in the moment,
My mind is elsewhere most of the time.