If you wander off
The beaten path
Alone
Then you are
A lost hiker

If you wander off
The beaten path
With friends
Then you are
Adventurers

*It's too bad I'm always alone

you are the autumn
in France i never
spent
the courage i
couldn't summon

stars shoot
when i stare at
my feet

you are the poem
that never came

I worry about everything, baby
I'm a
    writer - a poet
    passion begets anxiety
it's my job  hell
I even worry about
        my worrying
my stress is recursive
mere moments only can I
    break the loop
      forget to worry
        and smile
usually it's when I'm
    with you

The spark is there
I can feel it
My life I am willing to share
All you have to do is admit

Your feelings exist
Inside of your mind and heart
In which I insist
The relationship should start

After all of our conversations
It still isn't official
After all admirations
My heart is what you stole

Free the body and mind of all clutter,
Free it of judgement and conditioning,
**** yourself, the false one,
You will then taste the beyond .

For the first time, you will come alive,
Breaking free from the mundane rut.
You will feel light.

So light that the body moves into dance,
The voice breaks into song,
The mind spills poetry.
You cannot now help but be overwhelmed,
By the exuberance of existence.

You will become so vulnerable,
So sensitive,
Yet in all this openness,
Within you will lie an unshakable strength that needs no display.
This human state,
Is the only thing worth striving for.

I searched for you everywhere i went
funny you were watching me all around

I seeketh out to anyone who's close by in mine desparity moments,
Yet the problem is,
They only heareth me,
They dont listen!!

I've learned,
Either one will except thou or like thou!!
Thus one major problem,
I don't want to be liked nor excepted!!
I needeth love!!!!!!!!