let the storm blow past you
as though you're a tree
rooted deep in the earth

have faith in your roots

wanting what
you can’t
have
is the
#1
cause
of
broken hearts.

look it
up.

Even my poems
do not speak eloquence
or a personal soliloquy--
my words lack the lush
and brazen must
that all else seem to speak.

To hold a pearl
is something to behold
a precious mistake
bore into beauty.

I speak muzzled
ideas that are simply
monologues; meant
to only hinge
ideas together.

They do not
let you understand me,
but give a soft or bleak
ensemble of demenor
of someone I've been trying to find.