Same Difference

You and I are not that different.
Our lives are just as valuable as
the next. The places we’ve been
help us understand the common
struggle in life: things we juggle.
Our experiences help us become
open-minded. They help us see
when others are stranded. We
have suffered all the same. We
understand that context matters
when we see mirrors shatter.
We feel similar pain and joy,
whether you’re a girl or boy:
a young woman or an old man.
Whether sitting or standing,
life is still a canvas that must
be painted to be viewed later.
As I say, life unfolds everyday
in miraculous ways. Together,
we can weather every storm
that comes. To be with you
and survive the storm helps
me find what I’m looking for.
Although, differences divide,
we must strive to look inside
and see what tries to hide.
We will live on all the same
unless we change the game.

Where I Be

This is where I be.
This is where I’m free:
away from people
and near the sea.
I float away. I cut
all burning ropes.
This is where I be:
caught in-between
being alone
and feeling free.
Like the ocean
breeze, I create
a flow I know,
and I just go.
This is where I be.
This is where I feel
myself. I am me:
just where I need
to be – living
next to the trees.

Souls and Spirits

Life is full of surprises, new heights,
and sunrises. Life can shine a light
that will follow us through the night.
Life is full of lost souls and spirits.
The energy those put into the world
will stay around, make sounds, and
will never die down. The feeling
we are left with provides healing.
Souls and spirits roam free. Souls
and spirits attach themselves to
those who don’t quite feel whole.
These aren’t ghosts. They’re friends
from the past: those who once lived.
They are gifts providing support
we were never given. Those living,
feel your soul. Never stop giving
spirits your attention. Keep living
a life that will leave a mark. Now,
know you are never alone as we
are with those we will never see.


Wasting Away

Days fly, and they don’t
say “hi!” or wave “bye!”
Days fade as memories
are made. No time to be
afraid. The world turns
just how a candle burns.
None of that concerns
me. I try my best to feel
blessed – to digest stress.
I try not to waste away,
but I must have my rest.
Like a car sitting alone
in an empty parking lot:
Sometimes, I’m all I got.
I am the bullet being shot.
Will I hurt or help? Die
or try? Crawl or Fly?
Should I wonder why?
Do I fall or do I rise?
Either way, I wont waste
time easily misplaced.
I choose to face the day
instead of wasting away.




Boys Don’t Cry

Don’t believe me when I say
that boys don’t cry. They do.
Those who don’t cry need to.
The weight of tears will hold
you down. Release the tears
that have remained hidden
for all of these years. Boys
cry; so do men. Well, at least
they should. Life is heavy
within this setting. It is
unsettling when boys don’t
cry. Let it go; cry alone. Cry
now, later, or whenever –
whatever weather. Cry
because it is out of love.
Cry because you’re hurt.
Cry because you’re happy.
Let the tears drop, so that
the pain can stop. Just cry
because you have this life.