I want to show you all of my favorite songs,
so maybe when you listen to the lyrics,
you'll hear all the words I've been too afraid to say.

She's an alphabet artist
she paints in words,

from a palette of adjectives,
nouns and verbs,

the landscape she finds
in the folds of her mind

she exhibits in volumes of verse.

I saw the old man circling the tree trunk
Weather beaten skin, bent gnarled hands
and piercing blue eyes

He seemed to study every knot and crack
in that ancient timber

Then without a word turned and picked up hammer and chisel

The wood chips then began to fly and like confetti on the ground lie soon in heaps some ankle high

Occasionally he would stand back and look but never once a rest he took

Mallet strokes both hard and soft some from under some aloft fell there with unerring skill always busy never still

Long into the night he worked now by the light of an oil lamp and so the tree stump 'neath his hand then became a work of art

At long last he stood and turned to me and said three words " that'll do lad"

I approached to see just what he'd done and there I saw the perfect rose every petal and leaf in place the slender stems in the breeze did sway

With no plan or picture he had made the start
And created the perfect work of art.


So what is creativity? Well that's your next challenge.

No love poems because they've been done a million times. This time something unique

Pour me a cup of coffee
An sit here next to me,
We can talk for hours straight
With comfortable silence between mid sips,
Though the rain won’t stop
And the coffee’s gone cold,
Your arms around mine
Makes me feel safe and at home,
Stuck in this moment
As we stay like this for hours,
Because being here with you
Is enough to keep me warm.

let my spirit enliven today
let it come out of the dark
let it feel light and gay
and have that lively spark

let my spirit awaken today
let it forget the past and all that is wasteful
let it neither think of future in dismay
and learn to make its present purely beautiful.