my hands are cold

but the rest of body's fine

i feel so old

even with this young heart of mine

i try so hard not to think about you all the time

but you make it even harder

when you

smile

All of the shining mad ones
With their heresies of reality
And other visions and other voices
Are not diminished
By the multitude of choices
That is their truth
Upon each waking day

They are woken by the howl
From beyond the first ear
And into the deeper mind
Where there is other language
And blinding colours of emotion
For madness has the purity of pain
That martyrs can only long for

                                           By Phil Roberts

If you don't admit your own mistakes
How can you know what choices to make?
Take a break from yourself and seek the help you need.
Read.
Write.
Be focused on what you got to do in life.
You are Manuel Hutchinson III.
Carry a book wherever you need to go.
Speak about what you believe in
Your spirit listens.
Time is ticking.
Choose your decision.
                                                            ©MH

Look at the full moon through my window!
Wonder where the future holds.
Birds chrip to my name
Night swallows my hope.
Till the next day
One spot seeps threw my window into my room and it's shining!
Open eyes can never be blind
Clouds cover the path of light
Shine, Moon, Shine.
                                                            ©MH