One thought leads to another
Never has a statement been so true
But have you ever thought about why
You must question everything you do?
Do you trust yourself to make the right decision
Or do you just tell yourself you do?
Why must you rely on others
When you’re not sure what to do?
Can you take a leap of faith
a Step into the dark?
Leave all you love behind
and make a new start?
You  must rely on your decisions
Make up your own mind
Keep on pressing forward
Through the dark that lies ahead
Think about what to do
But please don’t doubt yourself
Never ever do....

First it started in my head
Tried to stop it
But it bled

Then it all
star-ted to spread
to my heart and from my head

Sickly sweet emotions true
This infection
came from you

Incurable love sick affliction
Hurts so good
All the affection

Unbearable pain
Euphonious joy
All at once
Making my heart strain

Refreshing
Exhilarating

How could all this beautiful agony
Come from you
Out of so many

Love who you are,
For you are truly you,
And whom no one else can be,
because of what you do.
You alone create the smiles on someone else's face,
or you can be someone's constellation in their grand and magical space.
You may be only one person, but you truly matter,
You may be the spark in someone's eyes when you start to chatter.
So be yourself and love what you love,
because remember...only you make someone's skies brighter, above.

Let them be as the city
glittering, tall, never sleeping,
but covered in grease and grime

I rather be the country
bright and pure, like a butterfly
living free and always on the outskirts
to understand the simplicity of a farmers hand
and to be quaint, uncomplicated
to thrive on pure morals
and see value in natures beauty

I’d rather be timeless and classic
than to be tied to time
never sleeping and always abuzz
tempted by sin
re renovated again
I’d rather be the country
always pure and forever free

We hobo’s
Hundreds in Seattle
We real poor. We
cardboard cave. We
always brave. We
scrape survive. We
stay alive. We
slump by. We
sing a sigh

Shall I compare thee to a winter’s day?
Thou art more cold and more desolate
Icicles **** springs bountiful bouquet
While winter delivers life a foul fate

Sometimes only by fluke warmth will wave by
And often melts the bitter cold away
And every snowflake that falls will melt; die
Either now or sometime far it will lay

But your never ending frost shall not fade
Nor ever lose the stone heart in your chest
Nor shall your ignorant soul accept aid
When your bigot mind never sees what’s best

So long as winter is harsh and clear to see
This will remind of the coldness in thee