.
A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's the tears that trickle with radiance through words.
     It's a treasure trove that hides but longs to
     be found.
          It's a book shelved high that wants to
          be read.
               It's the freest of all birds caged but
               unbound...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't beat to the capable strokes of the artist.
     It doesn't pump in the most vibrant of
     colours.
          It doesn't wield a paintbrush to
          translate its thoughts.
               But it can see through the eyes of
               painters...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't conform to the conventional parameters of lyrics.
     It doesn't bind itself to the requirements
     of musical harmony.
          It doesn't follow the conventions of
          genres.
               But it sings its voice loud without
               restrictions of melody...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's an open secret, that whispers in metaphoric codes.
     It's an exploding universe, that merges
     back into galaxies.
          It's a sought after painting, that boasts
          of unfathomable beauty.
               It's an everlasting song, that echoes
               within the poet that embodies...

Not feeling it right now
Like driving at night on a highway
Lights broken, totally black
Confidence, knowing…gone
Why? I was feeling so good!
So sure….perhaps not.
My mind, my enemy
Make it stop. These thoughts.
Sabotage!

Go away, I beg you.
The fear, the pain
Failure ensue
Not now, no rain
The promise of good
I’ll change just see
If only I would
I am, you see
Just someone who fears
That setting sun
Hold back my tears
As I come undone
Tragedy I own
Tis joy not mine
The sins I’ve sown
In death I shall find
The peace I seek
For I cannot live
In this world so bleak
My heart, I would give
To free the bond
For I, a slave
Until I’m gone
Never to brave

I am weak
Don’t mock
I tried, oh have I tried
Just leave me be
This world is hard

More and more I see each day
Reflect upon all life and way
How dawn is beginning
Sundown the end
This is our life,
Believe me, my friend.

Ah! What has made me think this thought?
Clarity, meaning, truth I've sought
As all good things come to conclusion
Pragmatic reason, without confusion
I say goodbye to one I've known
With whom I spent my life and grown
Goodbye dear man, I've loved you too
But now I seek my life, what's true