The best listener,
GOD
The best to answer,
GOD
The best to give,
GOD
The best to forgive,
GOD
Then why don't you knock on his door only.
Surely he will give what is good for you.

every morning
i walk into this space:
a classroom.
i turn on the lights,
open cabinets,
set the tables
with paper and pencil.
i tell myself that i will teach you what i know,
which is not much.
i read you stories, tell you about poetry
and i let you play.
in exchange,
you teach me what you know:
to laugh at myself, to play,
to look at the world around me
and take notice of it.
every now and then i wonder,
who is the teacher?
is it me
or
is it you?

sitting on the loggia
watching the rain come closer
with thunder and lightening
counting the seconds
     between the flash and the rumbling
enjoying the spectacle
     of brilliant spidery fingers
     illuminating the evening sky
each a different shape
     followed by its own soundblast
the noise of the rain
     growing louder and harsher
     with heaviness
bending the branches of trees
     roses and lilies to the ground

simply fascinating

I've worn 1000 different shoes that never fit me
Millions of things I could possibly be
Since the 7th grade I said "I'll be a writer!"
At that moment I my future seemed brighter
I wrote about love and my passion was fire
Never thought I'd be a lover and a fighter  
They told me the sky's the limit and to break the mold
What I'm writing is the story yet to be told
7th grade about 12 or 13 years old I remember
I wrote my first poem in December
My mind and drive never waivered in the years to come
Writing for me was always fun
Dreams that these words would surpass the rays of the sun
The sky's the limit while there's endless room in space
That will give me time and room to chase
The American dream ooo I wanted a taste
First I have to sweep the entire nation
So I started with a pen, pad, and some inspiration
I kept on writing believe I never slowed down
My dreams are not here in my home town
I joined the army when I was 18
You guessed it, in the pursuit of MY American dream
They said the army might make me colder
But as I grew older my mind body and soul grew bolder
Writing became my art even when it seemed
I'd be having more nightmares than dreams
Surrounded by strangers who have never heard of me
I always said what better of a place to be?
To spread my dream with the people I now call family
I would share with them writing, a piece of me for where ever they go
People from all walks of life reading my words all reacting with "woah"
Was the moment I knew MY dream will grow