He was easy as a breeze on the outside
He had a raging storm inside
Busy searching for the stop signs
And the turns kept passing him by

The past is not defining,
And the future’s a distraction;
So living here and now,
Is such a prudent action.

a leaf falls onto the bench,
completely mute. you pick
it up, begging it to make a sound.
i wonder why, it won't work wonders;
i wonder why, has it fallen down,
i wonder why, are we all
just leaves, now
on the ground?

The words that you read
Eyes that see, have the power to receive
The mind conceives, as it wants to believe

Don't make of your wife
Your home decor article.
Let her be
Your sun that
Never stops shining.
Be her  moon.

Random pillows,
piled on a chair.
Different sizes,
different fillings.
Red, yellow,
plain, some with flowers.
Life’s a pile,
different stories
different looks.
Each is different
but each the same.
Each lies waiting
for that hand to
change their fate.
Like pillows in a pile
waiting, always waiting.