As I walk this world alone
I search for love
I search for home
Familiar spirits
That I once knew
Pass on by without a clue
Passion dreams of life's I lived
How much more can my soul give

I try to follow her
The Queen of Night
Amazed of all
Her splined light
To see in all direction known
Yet the ghost of me still walks alone

Am I a poet or a writer
Am I a wise man or a fool
The answer is all of the above
Yes it feels good to be popular
But what glory is there in hiding
The vastness of our other mindsets
I feel more than empathy
I feel pain, anger, resentment
I am happiness and sadness
Wrapped in one mind and so much more
My writings are different parts of who I am
My legacy of writings
Beautiful, messy, vague
****** up or strangely weird
As they seem
Are parts
Of the whole me
The real me...

Everything is beautiful, as far as I can see
Everything is wonderful when my eyes bleed

Everyone is casual, sifting stems and seeds
Everyone is pleasant, spirits soaring free

Everything is peaceful when life is but a dream
Everyone is kicking back, hear the eagle scream

Roll another dream, smoke rings fill the sky
Pass it to the left,  never pass it by

Everything is kosher, watch the children climb
Everything returns to sources in it’s own time

Everything is beautiful, as far as I can see
Everything is wonderful when my eyes bleed

When will we know for sure
If what’s been said is true
Is there really a better place
Beyond this human zoo

True wisdom is like
A cold wind blowing
It's simpler to be blind
Because true wisdom
Is to live unknowing
Until the end of time...

Once again the light of day shines forth
And the drunkenness of dreams subside
Sober thoughts embrace the moment
Slowly this brokenness mends inside

Oh, to be young again cries my inner child
To deprive this nature of life so vile
As the thought slips away I sadly smile
I ponder my days, so many more miles

To be with you again, my body sustains
To share but a moment, my mind remains
My soul lets me know that there’s life to be lived
Deep in my heart there love yet to give…..

.
*wisdom
comes
from those who've
learnt,

lived

and were

burnt...