If I ask myself

Who am I
          without describing
                  my name
                  job
                  family, friends
              externalities

I know

I am a soul
   manifested into this body
   blessed with the beauty of life
   the light and the darkness
   all make me

I am a soaring energy
ready to radiate

So are you

We are one

and to trust
striving to trust others
giving others chances
Love
knowing the power of love
but why
Why
why are some so manipulative
you give love
and they consume
like a hungry lion
no remorse
just taking
and taking

Would you call me foolish
if
I still give
because somewhere deep down
I know
Love is all

Yet I still get fooled
I am so confused
but I am not
because
I know
Love is all.

Heart full
not for me

heart full
just for me

one day its there
  drained
  drought
  deprived

for me

you come
when it has
lingered fullness
     for another

heart
  drains
  washes away

not refreshed
residues of the confusion
carry on
   to This

This starts to take over
fills the heart

not for me

space becomes occupied

Not for me.

And to trust
striving to trust others
giving others chances
love
knowing the power of love
but why
why
why are some so manipulative
you give love
and they consume
like a hungry lion
no remorse
just taking
and taking

would you call me foolish
if
I still give
because somewhere deep down
I know
love is all

yet I still get fooled
I am confused
but I am not,
because
I know
Love is all.

my spirit
my soul
I often neglect you
thinking it is my mind
that is I
                              it controls


My soul
from now on,
when I
write
speak
dance
sing
paint
draw
be
I will let you carve the path
for You are I
and that is the most authentic
I.

there are so many of you
that i would love to sit down with;
maybe over a milkshake and a plate of fries;
and just talk.
i want to ask you about the boy that hurt you,
about the anger you feel deep inside
over a father who said he’d come back...
and then didn’t.
i want to run with you through pages of words and say
“oh that’s right, what a lovely metaphor.”
i want to see all your smiling faces and
thank each and every one of you for showing me kindness,
for saving my life.
i want to collaborate on novels of poetry
and laugh with you through the tears of our pasts.
so until we sip those milkshakes and eat those fries...
thank you, to
some of the most beautiful people i have never met.

Pretend you are normal
Act like you are okay
Pretend this is just
An ordinary day

Pretend that you are happy
Act like you do not mind
Pretend this will not happen
Some other time

Pretend you will get through this
Act like you do not care
Pretend it isn't words
They want your soul to share

Pretend you do not hurt
Act like nothing is real
Pretend until the emotions
You fake become real