Beginnings

They gave each other Inspiration

Hearts combined

An epiphany to their souls

Of the same mind 

No one can understand

Unless they've live inside

It isn't voluntary

But lingers all the time

Do they just have Limerence? 

Or something genuine?

That lasts dispite the odds

And never wanes

The answer can be found 

In what remains

Is there fault to be found?

A need to pass blame? 

Or does appreciation grow

A deeper love to impart 

That understands well 

The motives of the heart 

Then let it now begin 

Where there is rest 

And thankful hearts

That are doing what is best 

Exiled

There is an isle off the sea of practicality

With rugged shores to the north

And beaches to the south 

This isle is called "Potentiality"

Many artists  poets and writers have become exiled there

Feelings and desires make up most of the population 

Only passionate cases are sent there. 

And most settle in to make it their home

There is one character who the others respect

They wonder why anyone would ever send him there 

He's always discontent and cannot settle down 

We're talking about the rabble rouser who goes by the name of Love

Love spends his days forming escape plans

Including other members in his schemes

He and Hope are sure they can survive the tumultuous trip

Past the sea of practicality and over the ocean of prudence

To finally reach the shores of reality

Recently, the group set out to sea and appears lost

Some say good riddance while others morn

Still others say to forget, claiming they never existed anyways.  

But there are a stubborn few who look out to sea

And hope some day Love will finally reach the shore of reality 

Along with the other "Potentials" traveling with him. 

On that day two people will celebrate his escape from exile.

Wealth

If thoughts of you were pennies

My dreams made of corn

And feelings turned to sand

We would be wealthy

Solve world hunger

And have our own

Private beach 

You Are a Mirror

You are a mirror 

A reflection of myself 

It's getting clearer

We're like nobody else

The crowd chewed us up and spit us out. 

We were facedown on the same trash heap

Our hearts rose up together and found 

A strength that doesn't know defeat

You are a mirror 

A reflection of myself

The same demeanor

We share the greatest wealth

We're cell mates in this crazy world. 

Four eyes peeking through the bars

It must be fate that dropped us in this place

I guess that's why we're always staring at the stars!

You are a mirror

A reflection of myself 

Life is a theater 

We're attending it with stealth

And we always enjoy the show

The Well

I threw a penny in a well to see how deep it'd go 

It tipped and flipped, tossed and turned into the depths below. 

My words are like that penny, drifting through my mind 

They each contain a wish, in the depths become confined. 

There they lie together, with no apparent use

Accumulate in mass, till expression lets them loose

Fruit to Enjoy

A poem without obsession

Will be lackluster  

Give it strong passion 

But also emptiness. 

Hear a heart beat contained in words 

Watch a chest rise within an expressed thought 

Feel a touch through the rhythm of vowels 

Experience the person who writes

Let a soft breeze touch your cheek

Thundering waves sooth your mind

A peaceful walk inspire you 

Feelings poured into words 

Are fruit to enjoy.  

  

Voids

You have changed me

Filling in voids in my life 

Some who have noticed the change 

Want the old person back 

I will not cut them anew

This is all of me 

And thank you