Every time I feel your touch in my mind
Tormented by your serene stare
Heartbroken you are not mine
Everyone has to notice from my eyes
Reading your poetry in my mind
Earth was never meant for you
Alone without me
Look my way and say it please....once

Don't reach out
so far and wide to others
that you forget
to render that
unto your own self
and are left empty-
this would be like
a moral suicide-
the self must be
in sound order
and harmony:
this is the top priority
with everything else set aside

Our goodness grows
in proportion to what
we see practised in others-

we are inspired
and uplifted
in common humility

the gap between us
is bridged--totally-
to a new consciousness we wake

goodness is akin
to kindness
in this is true blessedness

I draw on cigarettes,
Doodle with resin-
Blisters on my fingers,
They all think I'm playin'.
The colors brown & red
Are escaped when I shut my eyes,
And when I turn my face inside
I'm fine with what I see.
It's not dark, pretty light-
It's all clear skies,
Even with a chance of showers
There's always a sunrise.

And I'll think of you
In the morning blue
While sipping my tea
Wishing we could be

There is a gravity to
sadness; it pulls me
downward into a
deep dark well.
I can't climb out.
It's my own private hell.
I pray for levitation.
I jump, only to fall.
I feel forgotten.

I put one foot in
front of the other,
and I will rise.
I move on.
Hope returns like
a long-lost friend,
and I find my sanctuary.