How open is your window,
  how tall is your door

How wide is your pool,
  how slippery is your floor

How fresh is your perception,
  how broad is your scope

How clear is your reflection,
  how real is your hope

How solid are your friendships,
  how many pray tell

How strong is your commitment,
  how deep is your well

How right is your grammar,
  how your words become strong

How your heart achieves freedom,
—turning verse into song

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

If you find yourself
unable to summon sleep
into your eyes
I’ll sing you a song
to keep you calm
and we’ll wait for the storm
to subside.
If the weight on your shoulders
and the shackles on your ankles
become too much to bear,
I will carry you
over my shoulder
past the pinnacle of the hill
until it’s easier to walk.
And if your lungs
become too labored,
clogged with the smog
from your fears,
I will breathe air into your chest
and let light into the
garden in your ribcage
until your lungs are clear
and flowers grow
all the way down
to your toes.
I will trim the hedges
and pull the weeds
**** the toxins from your veins
and I will teach you how to do the same.
Because eventually,
the muscles in my legs
will no longer suffice for yours,
and the air in my lungs
will become stale in yours,
and you will need to carry yourself
to shore;
but darling I know
by the strength of your bones
you’re going to be just fine.

At times i am crazy
and little do know
At times i am lazy
don't shovel the snow

At time I'm a genious
so clever and wise
At times the cleanest
Don't need a disguise

At times I'm too stupid
to know what to think
At times i make a bid
At times i shrink

At times I'm so capable
so able and strong
At times so stable
So calm through the storm

At times i can think
as the greatest of men
at times i shrink
at the mention of them

At times I'm so lonely
so sorry and mad
at times i am only
Alive-and I'm glad!