The place I find redemption
Where I relieve all tension...
The poet's muse will never die!
His world of tears unfold in gold...
You Can't Hurt Me
Resounding echoes awaken the child...
Empty Brain
Just like piggy-bank...
She asked for me to smile today
I'll admit I was caught off guard...
Appreciate life
it will be taken away...
Growing up she could barely look people in the eye
Afraid they'd see how she really felt inside...
I should not need fear
being grateful for blessings...
Drifting through the moments,
always consumed within...
There is something growing,
In my chest...
The poet turns his face to the heavens -
He knows this feeling, this need to write...
The man in the mirror peers out at the world as if...
another person oh, the reflection is mine...