I am but a shattered
ashtray that once
belonged to a dead smoker

My head is always howling,
so I never sleep,
I keep on listening

So much rain
                   these days
the streets
              the sidewalks
are overlaid
                  with a glaze
it seems everywhere
                               I turn
my world is slick
                           and smooth
last night I dreamed
                            your skin was
porcelain

Whit Howland © 2020

If I'm a human, I can make mistakes,
Learning from them makes me what I am,
Since eons, experience has been the best teacher,
I don't regret my choices, even if it was a big, big mistake,
It did seem correct then,
Past can't be changed but the future, it's all mine,
My mistakes made me better,
Be grateful, be happy,
Cherish what you did,
Enjoy what you do,
Ultimately you'll be in love with what you have.

~ S.G

know one
wants to
ever agonize
that pain,

Few suffer
distinctively
  many suffer
equally,  

We
didn't ask to be
born this way
life testimony


Born
distinctively
everyday  we learn
to adjust,

We grow, we rise,
we succeed
just like any other
human being



Born
distinctively
everyday we
exist,

We're
not invisible
  we're  no
different from
the next.

Born  
distinctively
everyday
we come in
many colors,


Different  shapes
forms and sizes
our lives matter
we cherish every
moment,

Every
moment we
survive  it's not
just a blessing  for
most it's a miracle


Born distinctively
everyday,
  don't let
your disability
define
you, or what
you can
accomplish      


We may
have been
born distinctively
from others ,


What we
understand
others can't
define for
the different

He carves words he has spoken
Of promises unbroken
whispering into the dark
Chiselling delicately into her bones
With tobacco juice to bring out the tones
Quietly engraving symbols and psalms
Living for the night
Working through to the light
Communing only through dreams
In daylight she's secure
Inside a white Alder tree
Protected and respected
Her spirit flies free

jimmy page had a sitar before the beatles
but couldn’t figure out how to tune it
see, being a beatle pays off
you can have the world’s greatest sitar master
give you tuning tips
all jimmy page had for guidance
was a billion groupies