What is joy without sorrow?
What is peace without war?
What is wisdom without foolishness?
What is happiness without sadness?
What is hope without doubt?
What is a whisper without a shout?
What is trust without the lack of it?
What is faith without fear?
What is truth without lies?
What is success without failure?
What is wealth without poverty?
What is freedom without slavery?
What is the good without the bad?
What is light without darkness?
What is love without hate?
What is life without death?

We are fortunate to know life's parallels
We are fortunate we have the power to choose

It was the last ache,
It was the last cry,
the last teardrop,
the last love.
It was the last pain that I will feel.
the feeling's gone.
Or so I thought.

I connect the freckles on her face

****** constellations

To see my daily horoscope

We’re not alone-
Only in our minds-
Is where we feel-
Our darkest hours-

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

My feet may be stuck on earth,
but my mind is a realm of Eden:
the heavens’ wonder.

The sky is round,
fits around the earth,
with the sun swims
in the dew on the rose.
Still the giant earth falls short
to hold onto a man for good!

Not the sky nor the mundane
can encompass a man,
only fits within a man.