People seem to be born to come and go
and a precious few will touch your heart
if you love them you must let them grow
even though it may mean you grow apart

An artist paints himself in memories
and long lost dreams of yesteryears
lying in a field of laughing daffodils
he waters each with endless tears

Placing a box of love that never was
with shaking hands upon the shelf
wondering why it’s so hard to find
while he cannot love or find himself

Recklessly navigating a sea of sorrow
wishing to dive into its deadly deep
but lacking the courage for even that
a child slowly cries himself to sleep

Seasons fade
into the years
a pen ablaze
with poet’s tears

A young boy
must be a man
to please the one
he never can

A girl in pain
lamenting fate
her trickster gods
arrived too late

Everyone took
and no one gave
an empty race
to fill a grave

Hearts are broken
love’s a *****
start a party
throw a war

I fear that I
forgot to say
I love you
it’s too late today
No more tears
to write or cry
alone at night
still asking why

Love yourself
love the world
and the world
will love you too
after all
can’t you see
this crazy place
is only you

A child went missing years before
ever unsure he dared not feel
even prayed it all would go away
and now awakens afraid it will

Gazing back burdened by regret
seeing at last he’d been blind
although many had let him down
hadn’t he repaid each in kind

An angry child cries out in vain
a weary old man softly sighs
pondering fate questioning why
so few live yet everyone dies

Too quickly still another day falls
asleep within the setting sun
and as one day none will remain
why then waste a single one

I wonder how this world would be
if we somehow learned to see beyond
the shallow meaningless differences
we base our biased judgements on
superficial labels dividing us and them
like who we pray to, where we’re from
who we sleep with, which side we’re on
language and even the color of our skin
how different would our little planet be
if our eyes could only see past these
and uncover the beautiful similarities
of who we all truly are deep within

O’er valleys low and mountains high
one night I dreamt that I was flying
it was indeed a most heavenly view
then looking down I saw a little child
alone, lost, frightened and crying
looked again and began to smile
it was me, yet not alone I knew
God had been beside me all along
and to my amazement I discovered
that God, yes God was crying too