Down the Street

Down the street,
there are friends and foes.
I go for walks and wave to them all.
What they are doing, no one knows.
If I need sugar, I know who to call.
Down the street,
not one house is the same.
I go for walks and look at them all.
Each vacant house must have a name.
The houses we build will someday fall.
Down the street,
I notice others just like myself –
others resembling sisters and brothers.
When I see them in pain, I must help;
a skill I learned from my mother.
Down the street,
there are houses that we must see.
I’ll walk by with my head held high.
Down the street,
I see neighbors feeling oh, so free
all before the street lights die.

The Reunion

Today is the day. We all get together.
There’s so much to say. It can’t get better.
To see you all again, it means the most.
We are now men, the game show hosts.
So much time has flown on by.
The sun still shined when clouds cried.
We are here now on this very day.
We made a vow to remain the same.
This reunion is the only thing I need:
To feel the same – to fan the flame.
We have grown and flown from home.
We all drifted apart with the same heart.
Yesterday was the day we all met.
When we met, it felt like no one left.
This reunion was much needed
as our love is deeply rooted.

Look Up

Do not stare at your feet
when there is a sky above.
Do not stare and weep
when there is endless love.
Look up and see the sky.
Look at birds dance and sing.
Look up and try to fly.
You deserve everything.
There is a life ahead.
You must get off the ground.
Fly away from all the dread
and away from all the sound.
Look up and chase the sky
before all your dreams die.
Look up and wave goodbye
to me before you fly.

A Ride to the Other Side

Because I have wrapped up my first chapbook collection, I am starting a new one. Below you will find a link to the first chapbook of the new series. Enjoy!

Without further ado, I present you, A Ride to the Other Side

Physical copies coming soon…

All in One

I don’t need to give you reasons
because this is what I believe in.
This life of mine has limited time,
but I’ll keep looking for what is mine.
Sometimes I feel like an exotic bird
in a foreign land ran by the man.
My wings are strong, but not for long.
I just don’t know how far I’ll go.
I chase pink clouds and blue skies.
Mellifluous songs play as I fly
in an open sky so far and wide.
I will not run in life’s rat race;
I’ll glide on through at an easy pace.