There is a girl, on whom I've grown sweet,
the most gorgeous girl, I ever did meet ,
with beauty beyond, such false compare,
at which I must try not to stare.

Her lips press so soft against mine,
and for a moment everything feels fine,
along my chest, her fingertips trace,
quickly causing my heart to race,

and all I know, is simply this,
there's nothing I want, more than her kiss.

Committing to change is the key,
Having a plan, a strategy.
Aims and goals that are within reach,
Not stopping 'til you achieve each.
Guarding against ambivalence,
Embracing the experience.

Dark is the heart of the cosmos that beckon us. Racing waves of solar energy. The ocean ripples with moon's reflections. I wish to drown in the yellow orange hydrogen furnace. I wish to drown in the shiny brine that reflect the same shade as my hazel eyes. I wish to drown in love, in awe of all the wonder this reality has to offer. Let it swallow my poetic soul, leaving only a lite littering of poetry in my wake, and I will die a contented fool.

The felon cries about struggles when out.
The mother's cries when your child shot and die.
Life's not fair to anyone.

But life's lesson is in pushing on.

If you released back into society to rebuild.
You must adjust and adapt to society's requirements.

To regress back into your habits that placed you behind the walls doesn't accomplish anything at all.
Many expecting you to fall.

And to those mothers wills sons constantly going in and out of prison.
Some ties to you cut when you the enabler to them.
Obviously, you're not too important to him.
Until they behind the walls again.

Push, promote to change.
Upon this earth we only here for certain days.
So adjust and adapt to pushing on.

upon
their
broad shoulders
men of flight

while
the
early morning sun
sprays
sapphire light

what
heart
still
beat
in
my chest
when
i
kissed
the
sweet lips of death