I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

To be a poet
Is not to burn the paper with your words
but to be heard
when drifting smoke of love and life is gone
the poet in us carries on
when ink and page and pen are embers
it is the beauty one remembers

And if I gambled and lost
At this point it wouldn’t matter
Because If I risked it all, I will risk it all, not just some of me

I’ve given my all not just parts of me

There is one heart and I gamble it every time and I often lose it

My odds are to lose or win but I bet it on a lifetime of happiness

That this time around its in for the win and on that winning streak it was all worth it.

So win big, risk it all, take the odds, do it all in the name of love.

And if by chance you lose, be prepared to be lost but shoot the dice and do it all over again.

He gave me dead flowers
So I can smell them every day
The rotten petals falling
The color of decay

The washed out sunflower
The dehydrated leaves
The mold on the water
The color of debris

The richly red rose
Now drooping to the floor
The color of love
Existed no more

But still I saved the flowers
And smelled them every day
And watered them with tears
To let them grow again.