once lost?
once hurt?
then I decided I would contact you
reveling in thoughts
what am I to say?
what will I say?
what would I say?

I entered your doors prepared to say
but the look on your face
said you needed me not words
how cold I could have been to you?
only to realize that i needed you too

then we sat down to start
where you began
I listened and heard
but your words said more of you
than of me
realizing you were telling me
you needed me
while I needed you

Lost in myself
Lost in my past but not in my present
Because yesterday seemed to hold more for me
Whereas today I have what's left off yesterday
Why?
Past moments gave me more
That led me to this point
If I knew differently
I would say differently
As I remember I remind myself of that
Then today will bring what I'll hold on to tomorrow

lost in time
but not lost in space
bewildered at times
from doing much for others and themselves
it shows that they are not selfish or self-centered

men of worth
men of love
men with values
as I know
are all men like this?

I have a name that I've been given at birth
But I've seen others change theirs
Through marriage
But that privilege has not come my way
Yet I do not know why?

what I write you read
this makes me happy
knowing someone like you
responds to me

You are far away
My love
The man of my dreams
The man for me

this morning i awoke but torn inside
angered easily
distorted by reality
and I am even more angered with myself
i couldn't do what i want
then i decided i would write these words of my frustrations
I am isolated now
which brings even more alienation
but would i rather it this way?
I do not know
But i'd like to know
As i write i find myself
back to my space and own time
thanks to my keyboard

as one said pen and paper becomes our friends
when there's no one else
we write our innermost thoughts
that no one should know
it could be about love, hate, anger, or even our frustrations
but once said it becomes shared on paper
sometimes we let others know
and sometimes we don't

my teeth grit at the sound of your footsteps
before you appear
you run like I don't know
you speak like a little boy
all these things make me mad
because of you

A small idea but with big passion
Determined to change
Determined to succeed
A voice yet to be heard
But with ideas of my own
I will be known

Once it was my aim
Now its my game
Play it and you know it
Don't play it
Then I won't know

Once buried alive
Now I've come alive
With success at hand
With the aim to succeed

If I carried myself
I'd be alone
If I walked a path with someone
This would mean sharing in direction with another
Walking a path together
With the idea of achieving something of value
Together taking directions
Walking a pathway

When I wrote my book of poems
Friends helped
Because I didn't do it alone
They listened and listened
And heard what I written
To be sounding board
To help and help in every way
I could have asked for
When I needed it

I feel sad
I feel empty
I feel unwanted
I long for my friends
The true ones

this year has past
i didn't fail or struggle
i kept my friends
because i know who my friends are
came out darkness
had highs and some lows
but all in all
i survived

I wish and hope for all my needs and wants to be met
As I want all my dreams and aspirations to come through for me
As I pursue my life
In the direction in which I am heading
I know where I'm going
What my destination is
And when I'll get there
It will be the ****** to one journey I will travel
With many more to come
And many more journeys to travel
I'll go where I want
Get what I need
And conclude that there'll be even more than I expect or know off

Seeing is not only with your eyes
It is being able to visualize
In your mind as well
Its the same with hearing
If you don't listen
Then how can you hear?

I traveled many paths to me
to realize that I was always home
Because wherever I went
I took every experience with me
Until I realized I carried them with me