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)

A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.

They started down the gravel road
Road seemingly leading to better places
Road joining paths with an unsure hold?
Road changing heartbeats paces??

Pardon his excuses?
He knows he is rapidly falling in love with you?
He fears that you may never feel the same?
He knows not the things you want him to do?
He fears his can never your wild heart tame??

Pardon her excuses?
She knows your intentions are pure?
She fears that you are like the rest?
She knows that your love is her cure?
She fears that you're also just another guest??

Pardon his excuses?
He has loved to wildly, to deeply?
He now has scars upon his hidden heart?
He has waited to long to live simply?
He now wants to have a slower start

Pardon her excuses ?
She now knows they cannot love her?
She has tried many times to believe different?
She now thinks pain lives when venturing deeper?
She has too many times been swept by love's currents??

Pardon their excuses?
They have loved and burnt hearts?
They have lived and frozen thoughts?
They have risen and ascended heights?
They have fought and lost life's fights?
They have lost the courage to aim for summers loving smiles and winters duel embrace nights

Today i had an epiphany
I will never understand what it feels like to be an athlete
or in with the endless sea of Birkenstocks and long flowing locks
of perfectly placed hair
All of my peers who need the simplest of reassurances
revealing their inherent need for transparency
loosing all functionality
without that golden sticker
an obsessive need to be valued

When i walk down the hall i dont see the world as a test
i see it as a showcase
not to flaunt my arrogance
but to show who i am with elegance
Today I had an epiphany
that i  am different and have the ability to find value within myself
Today I had an epiphany