I'm too ashamed
and filled with regret
to say
I miss you

It's too late to say
sorry
too late to say goodbye

everything I wish I had said
eats me up at night

I can't say it
I'm so disappointed in myself

but I must admit
I miss you a little
just a tiny bit

My sad times are always accompanied
by my poems...
Then why don't my good times

Moonlight on the wall
Dancing creatures all around
Scared of my shadow

Riding the Rodeo
Not falling of the saddle
Bumpy ride ahead
You knew the battle
Falling off nature's order
Why did you fall
All that matters
Next time a better try
Don't fall for the same reason
Fall again learn again
Wrangling the horse
You think you've mastered
Rodeo throws in s bull
Cannot sit still
Rules of the game
Remain the same
Its not the horse or the bull
That cannot stay still
Its you on the inside
Giving yourself the bumpy ride
Stay still and try the drill
Nothing changes outside
But now you don't fall of the saddle

In order for better days,
One gotta know how to deal with rain.
Gotta find the beauty within the pain.
Life’s a puzzle,
Gotta work together, to come up with better ways.
In order to continue having better days.

Thinking bout better days,
While sipping lemonade,
As the sunset serenades,
Feeling fabulous like a free bird,
Call me Michael Hayes.
If haters is yapping,
They bout catch a fade.
Life’s full of ups and downs,
So, ya gotta know how,
To surf them waves.
For the devil be lurking,
Ready to ruin your day.
So, I pray to the father.
For protection everyday.
Because I know if I don’t,
It will marinate.
Within my mind.
And keep me blind.
Trapped within the confines.
Of the lies stated by those that chastised.
And undermined my identity.
Lies that became truths.
That poisoned my security.
That for years I believed had no remedy.
Leashed to the black dog,
That was slowly killing me.
Because I lost sight of the real me.
They say we are who we choose to be,
But I don’t fully agree.
Especially when many with power and privilege,
Never have to face the same disparities.
As those within the minority.
But I also believe,
We have a responsibility.
To ourselves and our communities.
To stop the cycles of toxicity.

In order for better days,
One gotta know how to deal with rain.
Gotta find the beauty within the pain.
Life’s a puzzle,
Gotta work together, to come up with better ways.
In order to continue having better days.

I want to share something important with you.
I want to make and split a big, hearty stew

I want to free you from the world's dread
And I want to cut in half a fresh loaf of bread.

I want to make soup for all my loved ones
And pour all my love into its taste sensations

I want to make pie, filled with sweet berries
Topped with cream and blessed by fairies.

Here at my table there's plenty to share,
So please, you're not intruding; pull up a chair.

You twist the truth
into boy scout knots
and put them on display
for all to see.
"Look at me! Look what I did!"
and everyone believed it,
while I sat in the corner, quiet,
because people only want to believe
the story that sounds the most interesting.