Wood broken
Steel bent
Life jacket
Broken mast
One intact
Chewed up oar
Part of bow
Some of rail
Looks like keel
Flogged to bits
Was once a boat
Someones joy
The mighty sea
Did not want
This little one
To escape from
Its horrific jaws.

I'M NOT JUST SOME NECKLACE
THAT YOU CAN JUST WEAR
WHENEVER YOU FEEL LIKE IT
I'M NOT JUST SOME FOOD
THAT YOU CAN JUST THROW AWAY
WHENEVER YOU'RE DONE
I AM MORE THAN THAT
I AM MORE THAN YOU'RE ASSUMPTIONS
I AM MORE THAN YOU'RE INSULTS
I AM MORE THAN YOU'RE BACKSTABBING
BECAUSE
I AM BETTER THAN YOU

A.C.

I'm not sure if I can go on, but
then what would be the point of living?

Living? What is it that I even live for?

What is my purpose?

Where do I stand in this World?
And what will my place be as the years goes on?

It doesnt make any sense to think of the future,
as it is, unexpected, so what must I think about...
The past? Been there done that, no way to go back...
.  .  .

Surely...
This process of self awakening must be outside the realm of thoughts...
Outside the world of my mind...

No longer will I sit and ponder
I will look for every opportunity to live in the present
...to find what I am looking for
...to establish purpose
...to establish my place in this world
...to establish peace of mind
...to establish a connection so loving and blissful to the
divine

P............S.........to establish my eternal happiness

Sincerely yours,
J.......H.........

I've written one or two just for you.
A feeling turned thought.
Add it to the pool.
Chaos for a swim.
Cancerous muddy ink of mind.
Maimed and ugly - it's mine.


I have a thought that defines you so clearly.
Tighten all my vowels and trim the fat.
Only...
You've come back to me like this stray cat.
Your a thought unsatisfied unfulfilled unfinished.
I had chipped and chipped away.
You're unblemished.
Forever swirling in my ink.
Done with you never.
Is what I'm starting to think.

To thank someone ,                                                                                                  It means you appreciate his acts or                                                                         Her acts anytime ...                                                                                                 Thanks are like treasures                                                                                         One pushes oneself greatly to afford                                                                      To the other side anytime ...                                                                                    It's not compulsory to thank someone,but                                                             It's a great reaction to one's favor or                                                                       One's good acts anytime ...

I am that hope that will come through                                                                            My poems to all who are eager to love                                                                          My words that contain pretty hopes ..                                                                              Tomorrow will be coming astonishingly                                                                          To all those who are looking for hopes ...                                                                           Within pretty and wonderful words                                                                                  Hopes emerge to be our pretty ways ...                                                                              We never stop looking for those missing                                                                           Hopes anytime,anywhere,and everywhere .                                                                    ___________________­____

Super imposed onto my retina
what array of images nest there

nonchalance and passion
spacial awareness and communication

other places
ethereal.

You made me happier
Than I've made myself.


F.Z.N