lucky is the family
that can celebrate
more birthdays for their living
than for their dead

it takes us years
to find out how our body works
what it can feel, smell, touch, see, hear
how we can move its limbs
what hurts it, what makes it feel  good

more years are spent
discovering the fathoms of our soul
from murky depths to lofty heights
the scales of feelings, pain, excitement
     love, joy, jealousy, despair,
all our nuanced sensitivities

then we explore
the layers of our mind’s infinite potential
its constant work of making sense
    from the reports of all our senses
so we believe we understand our worlds,
imagine new ones, phantasize about the old

when after all these years
we harbor some illusion
our long experience might be enough
     to straighten all confusion
chances are good we recognize
that all we are is knowledge-misers

we have grown old, but not much wiser

When I close my eyes
I'm someone else.
As I fall into a slumber sleep
I'm someone else ,someone
whose happy.
When I close my eyes.

it's hard to let you go
but i know.. i have to
because
i need you to fly
so i'm going to burn
every picture
of you
into my mind
so i have you
there
for all time
i'm going to dream
of every word
you ever said
and i will forever
want to sleep
with the tears
on my pillow
so i know
you are nearby
i'm going to
love you
for as long
as my heart
will allow
until it tells me
'that's enough
it hurts too much..'
and i finally
let you go

Many people see
stars on the night sky.
But I see only a
graveyard whose candles
are still lit on the graves,
even though they are
long exstinguished by the angels

I won't
Close up my heart
And never
Allow it
to be broken again

Even if
Losing everything
Means
To stand here with my
Vulnerability
in my hands
For all the world to see

For counted
Among
All its broken
Pieces
I can see
Loss
And such
Sadness

But I feel it
Because it means
I'm alive

I am
Simply
a small
Human being

That once
was
Lost

And finally
After so many years
Of thinking
I wasnt even human
Because i couldnt feel

Instead of being
Lost

Because i allow
Myself to feel

I am found

Life has taught me
That after loss
Comes
A putting together

One tiny hope
At a time

And honestly

nothing will make
Me more
Blessed to be
Found

Nothing
Will make me
More human
Than that

You can be alone in a crowded room

For people do not care

No hand in hand

Only in lust and greed

No small tender touch

Or a whisper of encouragement

Society is held in cold structure

Under all the fake smiles

Just beneath the skin

Is the real nature

.

I love September

because I got to spend
each beautiful day with you

and now tonight,
as I dream once again

of kissing you tomorrow

I am reminded,

I love October too