I hear you hum,
from the crispy leaves
and mellow rivers,
the gentle breeze
and the arboreal creatures,
breathing the calm,
exhaling the fear,
listening to lush greens,
embracing the forest within

kissing you
and smoking

create a venn diagram

and the middle
is large enough to hold my empty hands

Easy take and easy give,
Hard to lose and hard to live.
Let it be and let it go,
Only then true colors show.
Falseness then is brought to light,
Giving life to freedom’s fight.
Breath of life on frosty tongues,
Filling up the empty lungs.
Eyes open wide that do not see,
A heart that beats to be set free.
Open hands and open minds,
There the truth they will find.
Hearts that love and hearts that give,
That’s the way to truly live.

A pen and paper
have always been my weapons of choice,
they helped me cope and come to grips,
they gave my sorrow a voice.

4th of July comes once again
Bringing with it your memory-
A celebration of life,
A party every year;
So why do I still sit silent
As I shed a single tear?