I am a true lover
& come from a long line
of traditionalists,
believers of the leaf-faith.

I live in their spirit
day & night,
from Yunnan
where the gold is harvested,
down to Kenya I travel,
then to Sri Lankan rainforests,
to sip the Sinharaja black brew.

I visit the czars with Kusmi,
stay with Earl Grey a bit
on those misty eves
& on some chilly days,
I relish a nice
mysterious Chai with spice.

O yes, you dear fellow imbibers,
try some Golden Monkey
& a hit of Lapsang Souchong,
PG Tips & a hot cup of Sencha Uji.
It'll certainly hit the spot,
tonight.

And at the rising
of the morning star,
tomorrow,
gently down Red Moon.

For some odd reason
I still wish you a lifetime of love
A Happiness that never ends
With Songs of laughter
Warmth of family, a lover & a friend

I wish you days that are bright as your smile
I wish you someone that will do what it takes, goes that extra mile..
Wish u a life filled with dreams
A world of faith and hope
A permanent smile, no matter how hard times may seem.

I wish you constant peace
And only good days ahead
You'll have a successful career, going 2 work you'll never dread.

I still wish you love & happiness
A lover & friend,
because this u still deserve..
Although u promised you be here for me, all the way till the end...

Some people say I'm a "genius",
Some say I'm a "natural born writer",
Some say I'm "Crazy" or "Insane" Some even go so far as to say I'm a Poet...
But see, that is not how I see it,
The way I see it Is not that of jus writing or poetry,
But rather a expression of emotion, no matter where I am.. I stand at work in my mind, I begin to assemble phrases, words, and lines, and feelings..
Because to truly write you must feel!
You must freely write your emotion!
To write the truest thing you must learn to let go off your deepest darkest secrets...
You cannot let someones opinion of your poetry change you! I never did..
Because your poetry is your emotion made flesh..
Allow the words to flow from ya mind to your pen to paper, from the hands to the Keys...
Allow an internal combustion of words! So again I ask,
Am I really a Poet??
Because while Poets create Passion filled masterpieces,
Me?
I create Emotion....

Have you ever felt empty
Have you ever felt numb
Have you ever felt blurry
Have you ever felt dumb

                                                         ­                    Have you ever  felt broken
                                                        ­                     Have you ever felt betrayed
                                                      ­                       Have you ever felt barren
                                                        ­                     Have you ever felt decayed

Have you ever felt anxious
Have you ever felt vacant
Have you ever felt darkness
Have you ever felt dormant

                                                      ­                       Have you ever felt shallow
                                                       ­                      Have you ever felt bleary
                                                        ­                     Have you ever felt hollow
                                                        ­                     Have you ever felt like **me

Lost in a forest of my thoughts
I find a shadowed figure
A silhouette I follow through the moss
Fear and wonder makes me linger
His cloak removed I look across
At eyes displayed as mirrors
I see myself within their future

We wander through the forest deep
I give myself to him
Trust thy with my heart to keep
In his love I will forever swim
Never before had I let myself leap
Into his love I had gone on a whim
But the fear, just yet to reek

We return to where our love was grown
Again he is covered in a cloak of silver
There he removes and what was shown
Were now eyes that made me shiver
Owned by someone I had never know
Goodbye he said with a hushed whisper
And I faded into my thoughts alone