You deserve to
belong and
be loved
because you exist.

all i can say is
thank You
thank You
thank You
because who looks at this
mess of a heart, of a soul
and finds beauty in it?
You.
who looks at the awful things i did
and instead of pointing a finger,
instead of casting a stone,
or turning their back
they smile and whisper that it's okay?
You.
who looks at this heart who everyone couldn't love
and tells it that it is the most loved heart in the whole entire universe?
*You.

You're so big
and great and glorious
and endless and amazing
and perfect
and You don't need
tiny
little
ordinary
me
and yet You saw
tiny
little
ordinary
me
and i don't know what You saw in
tiny
little
ordinary
me
but You chose to take
my heart and make it Your home,
and You chose to make of
tiny
little
ordinary
me
a canvas
to display Your glory,
to shine Your light
and even though You don't need
tiny
little
ordinary
me
You chose to give me a chance.

I can't be without my imagination...
meditation is to surf
through the flow of thoughts
to get more into a positive state of mind
Sometimes in negative tone
Sometimes a nightmare alone
Sometimes I am drowning
deep...
suffocating.. barely breathing
Sometimes I submerge
struggling to breathe on the surface...
Sometimes on romantic moods
Sunbathing at a scenic beach
or dancing , kissing romantically in the rain
My adventurous thoughts
my secret rendezvous...
are all mine and mine alone...
Then I am back
on my computer.. typing words
The beauty of a poet's mind
is beyond explanation...

Lovers are fools.
Words like "forever" and "always"
Dance across their lips
Hidden scribbles on notebook pages.
Lovers are fools.
Candles and rose petals
Cloud a room full
Of expectation and uncertainty.
Lovers are fools.
Blind, deaf, mute
And shrouded in moonbeams,
Unable to face the reality of the world.

Foolish lovers,
Open your eyes
For you will  f a l l  if you do not watch where you leap.
Foolish lovers,
How can you stop the time tables,
Step off the life-carousel -
Racing horses frozen in mid-air
And twinkle-light music driven to utter silence?
Foolish lovers,
Teach me how to use my fragile love
As an indestructible armor
Against the lightening bolts and ice storms,
Apocalypse and crop circle fears.

Lovers are fools.
She loves me all up,
So if being one with her means
Being a **fool…

I say,
                      *Bring it on.