I have a notebook dedicated just to you
Every page is blank

It's still early days
the seed has just been planted
it will take time
for the crop to be harvested.

It's still early days
the heart is on guard
contemplating, seeking
the right path to chart.

It's still early days
finding the right words is hard
the self is yet to settle
from the past it has to part

but the time has come:
I'm yearning for you in my heart
our love has now blossomed
from its patient tender bud.

The world
may be broken
let not your dreams
be stolen-

the worst words
may have been spoken
(over such you've no control)
let not yours be inanely blown-

life is tough, harsh, solemn
few moments are golden
none can escape such:
find courage of your own

the world
may be broken
trust yourself
let your best be sown.

One can say : "Tell us the truth!"
And I long to want to
but how is it best to do ?

I find it residing deep inside
But my ability is lacking to make it come alive

So I cast out examples
that lay alongside
Heavenly meanings
with Earthly ties

Proverbs , riddles , and saying so wise
Make it easier to see and feel the truth that's disguised

Sometimes it hard to separate the truth
Then one must turn into a quizzical sleuth

But for the one that knocks on the door
A new world opens for them to explore

It's not the reflection in the mirror
it's the image we put into it

Throughout this life
I wanted to rise
To conquer mountains
Even if scared of heights
With a helping hand
Fighting the wrong from right
living beyond the glory
No worries
No homeless stories
Only gardens of berry's

In the face of tyranny
We gaze in irony
The awareness of the population
The general opinions of the nation
Contributed participation
Might solve all the equations
An empire will be
Joined strongly and free
Made consciously
Conserved peacefully
In dignity & wealth
All it will ever be
A place of harmony
Where we all can be

His little girl
is no longer
She poses with a pitchfork now
Flanked by her husband and child
she sports the face of a P.O.W.
No longer in need of her father
and that’s the way it should be
He just wished she looked happier
A smile would be nice to see
Maybe it’s not what it looks like
Maybe she doesn’t want to be free
Maybe she loves
the life she has made
But, he thinks she just wants to flee

I remember myself
as a child
Busted out of my house
untamed and wild
Nary a care for fear
Couldn’t be bothered with loathing
Breathlessly waiting
for what the next moment would bring
Happy with
just about everything

Where does a person's feelings lie
when a child can't afford to hate?
Maybe love
turned away many times
was no longer willing to wait

Three yellow birds
have died in a cage
Canaries in the coal mine
kept miners from their wage
“Got to get down there
I’ve got a family to feed
That’s more important to me
than the air that I need
I don’t care about the danger
It’s too late for me
In another year
I won’t be around to see
more birds dying
on account of me
Just open up the mine
and let me be”



And put Vincent’s drawings
where all can see