One day I gave a dollar to a man on the street
Who held a sign that read simply "help please"
He paid twenty-five cents for water to drink
Then chuckled and gave the change
To a kid passing by who looked bleak.

The child ran to the corner store
And bought two packs of double mint gum
One for himself and one for his chum
But rushed off in such a dash
He left his change with the cashier,
A whole twenty-five cents cash

The cashier used the change to help out a few
A dime for tax on a man passing through
A nickel short each for two ladies buying ice
And nine cents to a man riding past on his bike.
Then I, myself, went to that very store
Only to find I was one penny short
And wouldn't you know all was okay,
The cashier pulled the last cent and said
"Have a nice day."

If some one stabs you in the back,

               see who pulls it out.

There the ones you have to be careful of.

Because if they saw who did it and didn't
stop it..
         they just wanted to see you in that pain.

I was the needle and
        you the wool..

Before we were one,

                I was blunt and
you where unwoven..

But once we came together.

                         We where entwined
in the creation of what we became.

You where the binding of everything,
               that I sewed every effort into.

And together we created something
                                                  that lasted.

Gather me upon the wind,
       so I may whisper words
                                        of serenity.

Gather me upon the ground,
         so I may feel the footsteps of
                                  another's life.

Gather me upon the waters,
        so I may wash within the
               memories of teardrops.

Gather me upon the embers
            so that I may warm upon
                      the thoughts of others.

We may gather for many reasons,  
              different aspects of the same
                                                  wanting.

But we all have that moment in life
                   where each one will touch
                                             our lives.

I'm here and sinking
Into the constant unknown
Like life, I guess
I chose this
And I keep choosing this
This uncomfortable beginning
Everytime I start to get comfortable
Being to close to anyone clouds me now
But I miss my loved ones
Yet I have made new loves
Each new energy I come in contact with
Is a challenge to who I am
Really
When I am alone
Away from anything familiar
And then I move on
With a piece of me lingering
And a piece of them
Analyzing
What triggered me
Even so slightly
Because that is what I see in me
What I want, have worked for or was
I've done this before
I was at a different stage in my journey
I am more confident now
It's not always personal
I am still so in my head
But I am kinder to myself
And to those around me
I am supporting my inner self
I am noticing how I exist
And realizing it is not always like others
I am facing myself
Because I think its important
Under the roughness
Filtered through the pain
I find love
Now it sounds cliche
And its not always exciting and bright
It is constant and pleasant
I am still deeply sad
But I find reasons to smile
Reasons to be better
In the end we are all alone
Regardless of how much we clutter around us
So to love me
Means to really deeply understand I am my own constant
And to love what I allow to clutter me
That is where I find my gold
In people
And I too am a person

The morality of our present
                           will have implications
       on the repercussions

of what it means to be moral.

For the principles we bestow
       on others
                                of future words,
                                          of actions.
Will acknowledge
                    the motivations of future references.

Our ethics aren't beckoned by
       beliefs or
                         regional confides.
       They are moulded
on the evolution of our
                                     evolving humanity.

Showing that no matter our distance,
                                               the substance
                         of each.
Is morally imbued
                         within the fibre of each moment
we collect and share upon each other..