Dear father. Beautiful mother.

Please allow me this opportunity to thank you, but caricature of my decisions needs to be put in place first.

As the days passed me by, long ravenous nights, restless and unaware. You helped me realize that the white lines turned into white lies, the dice I constantly rolled made me a sucker for the rule of threes.

You made me realize that this is not who I was made to be, and I can be a better man I know. I never needed to become a shell of the man I used to or intended to be.

The lines I drew was nothing more than a mark to build a wall, a barrier between myself and candidly company. I've replaced real words and genuine touch with a new best friend and she's called loneliness. I can feel her but touch so fake, I can hear her words but similar to the voice in my head.

So I want to thank you for allowing me to make my own mistakes  but never vamoose my side. Just know that I've learned from my mistakes and trying my best to be a better man than yesterday, everyday.

You've raised me with love, clarity, and a soft touch and I need to thank you for that.

I hope you hear this.

I love you.

if anything
aren't we just made up of
snippets of other people
one's our eyes
have yet to
settle upon
even those we may never meet
we romanticise our bad habits
we chant them like
bittersweet symphonies
we parade our melancholy insidiously
in hopes of someone listening
they hear our cries; they know it too
a pain so familiar
it unites a couple few
their desirous whines for
the land of milk and honey
may have been answered
as for the others
bliss only blesses the
blessed

We are all blessed and a blessing,
seen in the eyes of the divine.
Meant to co create with our thoughts
to make heaven on earth.

We are all blessed and a blessing,
seen by beings of light as sacred.
Meant to awaken to realize our potential
and live accordingly.

We are all blessed and a blessing.
Meant to live in a state of love
Meant to be peaceful and live with abundance.

Looking behind,
into my past.
The emotions.
The tears.
The poems.
I dwelled on what I felt,
and possibly did not.
I wrote of deep sadness,
and the agony of a fragile heart.
I was lacking something.

That something,
was joy.
Yes,
I have always been a gentle soul.
Never much anger,
only a small pinch of frustration.
But you see,
it had never meant much
because I dwelled on that sadness.
We become so caught up in these
small insignificant set backs..
that we forget the joy,
that is life.

I have all the typical needs in life.
Food.
Water.
Shelter, a family, friends,
and most importantly Jesus in my heart.
I have more than I could want.
Sometimes,
I become obssesed in the items,
the price, and glamour.

As I sit hear,
coffee in my hand,
I have come to a realization.
I have everything I could need and want.
I lacked appreciation.
Each day,
I hope to continue forward and count my wonderful blessings.

Like the scent of fresh jasmine
A feeling flows within me
It's evident in my dreamy eyes
Remove your mask and see
With bright smiles, I hear giggles
A butterfly feel, that of a tingle
You probably guessing my status
Yes, I definitely am single
My straight hair, springs with curls
I am happy as before I was sad
Nature has blessed me with prosperity
I almost forgot what all I had
Love is what flows within me
Not that of any particular reason
It's rain that melts my heart
Alone in this lovely season...

©sim

In dancing steps I play my hearts song
turning, swirling in new day sun.
I dance in celebration with gratitude with intent to bond with the moment.
I dance connecting to the energy of love reaching out to those I meet.
And as I move in divine form
each step becomes a blessing
as I know I am truly blessed.