the Goldfinch sings of his find
perches next to the nuts
-I hang from his tree

I think he sings for his love
and I have asked Heaven
to send to him his mate

the Summer here is long
stretched sunshine
bird song fills the silence.

On her tongue summer tastes
full fruit
lips moist from love

eyes deep as space
she wanders the day
waiting for night

an open window to her bower
where the Nightingale sings
of love and lovers.

We found gypsy dreams along the waves of the clouds that fell upon us that sunset of a night.
We found wander and adventure in our souls as we stared at the fiery skies above and the deep oceans below.

You told me once I needed to fall in love again.

We found mystery along the tops of trees and found cool air brushing our make believe wings.
We found belief and structure in dancing around our fears until they were to uncomfortable to stay.

You told me once I needed to remember what love was.

We found memories on the forest floors and in the jungle vines.
We found hope in the eyes of children and animals who showed us the path back to our roots.

I have remembered one thing about love and that's to love myself before loving anyone else.

i don't have any poetry left within me to continue to write about my pain
i have too much embarrassment left within me to constantly throw my issues into poetry for the world to see

my heart hurts
it yearns for love

love you may never be able to provide
if you don't have enough love within you to continue to give to me

i understand

but i just hope you have enough integrity left within you
to tell me

People are quite similar, different but similar. What can happen once, can happen twice. What can happen twice can happen over and over. There's no anomaly in this sense. What I feel is happening all over the world. Perhaps, I've gotten good at spotting fake smiles because when one wears one, one learns to spot one. Check the eyes. The smile is on the mouth yet absent from the eyes. I seek for what is missing. So I study others to find my missing puzzle piece. A trial and error, for I find myself chasing the joy others are having. But after awhile, I realize that I'm just different. I react differently to stimulus provided by life. I realize that I'm stronger than how I once believed, those days I lay alone too exhausted that death sounds appealing. But to lay down with tears, I realize it's not over yet. So I look foolish and get up after thinking I couldn't take anymore. I keep walking. My desires are misleading and failure is common, but I walk anyway. And maybe it's a desire I have.. the possibility that things will get better.

People are social, they love to talk. Doesn't matter with who, even with those they dislike. Could it be to feed a need? The chocolate of social activity? I don't specialize in keeping small talk, nor a fan of it. I often hear people talk about the importance of eating and drinking well, the way of a healthy lifestyle. But shouldn't there be a class about talking well? There are naturals, but for me it's not the same. The mimickers, those who emulate the behaviour and those who do it on instinct. I, upset the balance because of my ways.

People see me and expect me to be something great. I upset their expectation and cause disappointment. I'm familiar with the term. What seems to be a long term game.

People are like fruits, I was told. *Feed them well with what they need and they'll grow ripe and well.

I don’t think I’ve ever wanted you this bad
Not sure if I missed anyone quite as much
I’m feeling like I can’t go on, without you
I wake in morning, missing your touch
You were a big part of helping me grow
I loved you from the first day, just so you know

I learned a lot about myself, because of you
Things that made me a better person, no doubt
Now that you left, I’m trying to move on with my life
This will be a challenge, I hope it’s on the right route
I hope one day, you’ll realize what we had together
You’ll come back to me, and we can plan our future

Don’t give up on me, it’s not too late to work things out
I have so much faith in you, If you could only see inside
From the beginning, I knew you had a hold of my heart
I’m not going to lie, there’ve been times I’ve sat and cried
You destroyed something great, something so beautiful
My friends could believe it, they said that wasn’t like you

I often wonder if it was someone talking you into doing it
Was there something better, was I just not good enough?
I just don’t understand it, I’m confused by all this, quite honestly
I’m almost ready to put all my chips in, and call your bluff
Because at this point, I’m mad, I’m hurt, I’m upset and sad
But most of all, know this much… I’m really missing you

with the alphabet under your tongue
a love for words
and all the spaces in between

that magical place
conjured from your hat
a poem comes alive