A poet society,
I write life not anxiety..
These permanent words,
On impermanent feelings..
Needing proper soil and water,
Solar energy for the bloom.
I write these words so you may know,
We too feel the same..
Even if unspoken.
And if we disagree,
Find another poet to light your Christmas tree..
Or at least heed my perspective as I did yours.
My mind travels full circle,
Only to express what is in the center of me..
Or slightly off.
Wherever you can find heart.
All hearts are not created equal.
All hearts are created equal,
Yet some will grow while others shrivel..
Similar to the mind.
What separates us from the trees is we can always choose our source,
Anyone who tells you differently,
Walk away swiftly..
Hopefully one day they may free themselves,
From their own self imposed prison.
Too many sit behind closed doors,
Not knowing they need no key for the lock..
Half the time we don't even need a clock.
Waiting for that certain moment...
If you're waiting,
You may keep waiting..
There is a difference from being persistently patient.
If you're moving forward I adore you..
Leave a mark so I know we've shared the same path.
These writings are my X for the next,
Traveling through these caves of life..
As we defer deaths draft.
i wrote a book called Too Much Water Will **** The Flower. i hope you read it, love it, and add it to your collection of the best books ever written. it should be out this month or early october on amazon but if you're really interested pm me and i'll email it to you. if you're a prisoner of your mind please set yourself free