I insist that today you will be happy.
Despite it all, you must be happy,
I insist.

I insist that today you will be good.
Despite it all, you must be good,
I insist.

I insist that to day you will be brave.
Despite it all, you must be brave,
I insist.

I insist that today you must go on.
Despite it all, you must go on,
I insist.

I insist that to day you must love.
Despite it all, you must love,
I insist.

I insist that to day you must forgive.
Despite it all, you must forgive,
I insist.

I insist that today they will not win.
Despite it all, they will not win,
I insist.

I did not mean to write about death on a Sunday morn
He said that he didn’t mean to dial my number at 6 am
this awoke me from my dream
I was dreaming of being in California
Waiting to board a bus that was leaving at 2 pm
It was headed to New York City:

Poems can be amazing topic to ease the pressure of the day
Recalling an odd glimpse of a dream can be so puzzling
The dearly departed is never going to come back to us: unless
They are a part of a soap opera story line:
Somehow this mortal man ought to go and joined them

I wish that ***** would have called someone from the grave
And woke them up instead of me:

I just saw a not so love president in a recent photo
Standing alongside his daughter on graduation day
He too, look like he wish someone, hadn’t interrupted
His busy schedule, to pose for that photo session

I read a poem a day for inspiration,
How do you get your inspiration?

his eyes are small, deep, disquieting - as if it would make everyone wonder if you're stuck in some sort of distorted labyrinth; but his smile says otherwise
his smile struck me - almost an afterthought that he is just plainly gorgeous
the deadly siren started to fade as i hear his monotonous laugh - as if it has become a default lullaby of mine
as if on cue,
in deep stare, i conclude;
the aftermath of my own tragedy has finally come

Into the arena
Their starving eyes await
Prepared for your recital
As if you were their prey

Bottomless breaths
You focus ahead
Two hands, six feet
A commanding duo

Movements like a swan
Strong yet vulnerable
Demanding power
But eager for compassion

Goosebumps cover your skin
Beads of sweat on his brow
Pristine, polished, practiced perfection
A mesmerising performance