You are not sorted,
Are not perfect.
Neither am I,
Nor the world is.

If you see gloomy weather,
You have a gloomy heart,
And if it's Wonderful weather,
You have cheered heart,
Dears
It's not the weather,
It's your heart,
It's not the view of your eyes,
It's the feel of your heart.

Have you ever been the less favorite?
It doesn’t feel good.
It can urge you to jealousy and anger
which can lead you to hurt the favorite
or at least to want to.

But then consider why the other is favored:
more loving and caring
more attentive
less self-centered?

Or is it the favored one just better-looking
or genetically given?

Whatever the case,
jealousy and hurt
can send me down a crooked path
and make me miserable.

Better to just live in love.

If i were to die today
With my life
In such disarray
At least now
I have
If nothing else
Lived as long as i have
Not sure how
Or why
Maybe my purpose
Will be revealed
After ive left
This mortal coil
Perhaps pigs may fly?
In the meantime
I shall remain
Floating
Seemingly aimlessly
Like a petal
Caught on a wind of chance
Always present
But never quite here

by Jemia

I remember
the deserved reprimand
it reminds me
of the dearly departed
my mother and my dad
thus
I thankfully treasure
the unreachable hand
rebuke
the unteachable mind.

So high a price,
So thoughtless paid,
A loaded dice,
A promise made,

A whispered lie,
A look away,
And love to die,
And pain to stay,

Another game,
Another end,
So stay the same,
So just pretend.

JHenry

I look back on what you wrote me
3 years ago
often in bittersweet fashion
the things you said about "staying open"
and it took me that amount of time to get there
3 years
it hurt like hell but I did it
I hope you are proud
I am nothing like I used to be