What if we silent sit in an empty room
and speak without an uttered word?
What if unconscious poems well up
in us, no trying need there be? What
if strands of grass grow and flowers
bloom while azure skies and white
clouds blow by without a sound be
heard? And what if a kiss for one is
a kiss for all and our hearts and souls
are one without us ever knowing?

TOD HOWARD HAWKS

Sometimes the loneliness sneaks in where it came from I do not know but sneak in it did to fill my heart and soul with sadness. just sometimes I wish it left me alone

sometimes its ok to spend the night so i can hold you near all night

I tried to save you many times before
Witnessed others try to save you too
Finally I realize that the only person
Able to save you from your demons is you

This broken crayon
Still draws.

Succeeding with flaws.

Terrible foibles
Kept under wraps
Moderation of over indulgence.

Fickle human
Tricking you all
With niceties
And courtesy.

Under skin
Screaming within
On the exterior
Work place superior.

You have to guess
As I won't tell
And if you guess correctly
I'll change the subject.

Just another
Just like you
Dealing with life
Learning to shuffle.

To serve Queen till death
a bee had stung my arm
and died

Tis nature, is it not?

Invisible scars.
Unheard cries.
You can't always see.

We carry them
behind our beautiful smiles.