Everything you need
Will come to you
At a perfect time
I may have spent
Two years
Asking the same
******* question
"When"
The answer was within
The gentle smile
That was cast down
To my crown

when you're ready*

I did my time

I ended it
And **** worked out
New job
The kind I love
Paris at the end
Of the next month
New employer
Casually calls it
A teambuilding trip
All expenses included.

New place to live
Money pouring down
Driver's lisence
Should be around the corner now
It's like clock work
Still I wonder
What clock are you watching?

Would love to syncronize with you.

"Find contentment within yourself"
I could.
I could go about my day
Mind my own business
But it doesn't seem to work
There's a deep sorrow
Within my heart
Like I just missed my exit
By a few seconds
I walk on scowling
Wondering how it came
To be that way.
I guess I just need to know
Whether you feel it too.

The homeless
More often than not
We assume that they
Made themselves that way

Perhaps this is true
To some extent
But I think that
Maybe we're all responsible

Even if it's just a little

A friend of mine
Has a real heart for adventure
She came to see me
And hung out all night

With, yes, the homeless.

They had as much cash
As she did
She was not homeless
Just reckless

Yet she gave what she had
To a young man
Who looked after her
In a strange country

(After she took off to explore the city on her own)

He wanted to exchange
A loaf of bread
For his bike
With two flat tires.

She found more
Genuine common desency
Within them than most people
Who have it all.

"Don't worry girl, I've got your back"
Knowing full well
That she was on street
Just out of curiosity

Some of them really
Just need someone
To look at them
And see

A real human
With the same heart
The same mind
And the same emotions

As everybody else.

I will not think differently
Of you, if one day
I drop a euro in to your cup
Or you drop one in mine.

Her large eyes watched me
Preparing a meal for her
To ease her hunger
And a little unsure she asked me:
Why are you so nice to me?

I smiled because I understood
Know this my friend
You have nothing I want
I do this because I love you
And because I can.

I know I can't change the world
Although I truly want to
Each good deed sends waves
Across the universe
All I can do is empower you

Surely we must practice
What we preach
To do right by the world
But before anything else
We must learn
To preach the right things

That's all I wish of you
And I will help empower you
So that one day
When you are whole, learned and strong
You may do the same for someone else

Start with the small things
One day they will be big things
Hold on to the ones that fall
Pull a stranger in to safety
That's how you change the world.

The truth of the matter is
That we only get angry
For three reasons,
All of which can be
Traced back to fear

1. Not understanding:
When one understands
The actions of another
It becomes easier
To respond calmly

2. Being ashamed:
Whether they meant it
That way or not
Shame is a choice
If we had known better,
We would've done better.

3. Being hurt:
Only the things
We cannot let go of
Will end up choking us
Whether it is love
Or pride and honor
Choose your responce
Not out of spite,
But to create understanding.

The number of times
I've said the words
"I'm not angry,
This is my face"
And the number of times
I've waited my time
To give them what for
Just to make them see
Things from the other side.

And the number of times
I've swallowed my pride
And whispered
you're right
The number of times
I've found happiness
In being taught a lesson

*Because when I know better, I can do better. However choose the way to teach a lesson carefully, it can make us greater or smaller. Choose your weapon carefully.

Unfortunately I'm coming to understand
How much we suffocated each other
Don't worry, I'm not resentful.
But you know me,
I pay my part
And leave things to that
And when the pain is durable
I put the past to bed very fast

But now I see my hands
Tied as they have been
Paint pictures,
Like they're coming off a conveyor.
I know you never understood
Why I stopped drawing
The thing is that
I didn't love myself enough
To think my art was good enough
And you might like to know
I can almost feel the camera
In my hands

And now I feel my voice chords
As I hear my voice echo
Harmoniously through this space
I took what is mine
And let it out again
Do you remember how you said
"I'm just waiting for you to sing"
Well I'm singing now
With joy in my heart

And you...
Well I know this was not what you wanted
But look at you
You've made this home
In to a new version of you
You've started taking care
Of yourself again
This is what loving yourself
Does to you.

I know deep down
You're staring to feel
Life flowing through
Your vains again.
Go live.
I'm not resentful. :)