I want to write your words on my skin
So that they can be fully absorbed
And with me forever.

Perhaps I was just,
Another notch on your belt,
Of the 84 women you've ever dated.

I like to think,
What we had was far deeper,
For it lasted four times longer,
Than any of your others.

But you moved right on,
As if we had been nothing,
But a gust of wind in the summer:
Beautiful, but fleeting

" write a compassionate poem to describe him "
What word could deserve your definition?
Perfection is unworthy
Gracious, is it truly?

Rough hands so carelessly comforting
Eyes deeply embedded in a trance
A laugh so warm, to mimic the flames
But you are my fire
My every desire

Whether Martin, Malcolm
Jack or Bobby
there will never be but one.

These men were few
their dreams were great
their jobs did not get done.

Taken too soon
by bullets all
killed for their beliefs.

Equality would have to wait
will it ever come?

Will another arise
to carry the torch?

Will someone continue
to beat equalities drum?

If by chance it does one day
and all are viewed as equal,
brotherhood could finally come
we might start living peaceful.

As we look forward to that day
there's something we all can do,
treat each other equally
spend some time in another's shoes.

when i say i love you,
please belive it's true.
when i say forever,
i mean i'll never leave.
when i say good bye,
please don't cry
cause the day,
i do is the day i die.

"I'm Mr bright side
Glass is half full.
But my tank is half empty
Gasket just blew."