Once upon a time,
I had a story I could tell.
But, now the facts have changed
and as I suppose its just as well.

For you see, I say my story
it is one of scattered dreams.
And, I was looking for an ending
that would sew up all the seems.

But, somewhere in the patchwork,
in the throw rug of my mind,
there was a loose thread
that I just could never find.

So, when it comes to taking action
you know why I won't take part.
For, all it takes is one good tug
and my patchwork comes apart.

What happens to me once I'm gone
I will be but dust, an echo of what I
was yes i never think of my life of what
I was and what I have now become.

I always believed in what I saw, what
was explained through what was
mathematical and the complex
understanding of this marvolous universe.

I cant understand how words that are
but taken as all. Even if through nothing
is proven, people believe just words
rational thinking of contradictory thought.

Could others understand the the reason for
wanting to belive in something other than
self. Is it to put blame on something when
ourselves are to blame for right and wrong.

What happens to me once I'm gone
I will be but dust, ill not wish that
I had been some one else. Not blaming
or giving credit for something else.

*"Are actions are our own, we are responsible for
what we do as individuals and a society,

If it, were not
for such an exquisite smile,
blessed with such lovely lips,
graced with such amazing taste -  
                                 my heart would be mine.
For I am left,
enchanted by your flavor
wishing only for more,
for that, I am awaiting.

If someone loved You,
With all the power of Their soul for a whole lifetime,
They couldn't Love You as much as I do in a single day.

And when I think of You I think of how there's:
No Growth without Resistance.
No Action without Reaction.
No Desire without Restraint.

One step at a time that Fear is receding.
You've assured me of this.

here's to the dreamers, to the ones who believe
to the ones who understand,
who look at and perceive

here's to the artists, to the ones who create
to the ones who invent
who still patiently wait

here's to the poets, to the ones who imagine
to the ones who are different
who try to take action

here's to the authors, to the ones who portray
to the ones who tell stories
who discover the day

here's to the dreamers, to the ones who can see
to the ones with compassion
to the ones who believe

"Love"*
One word
Two meanings
Physical
Or psychological
Feeling
Or action
Not a thing
You can grab
Happiness
Or pain
Lonely
Or together
That is
What it's all about...