Breeze

Your life is yours 
To do as you
Please and not just
To please others just
Like the tree gives
Birth to leaves to
Go where they must
So did your parents
Find your own breeze
And therefore your freedom

IWillAgain

I will write poetry 
Again filled with imagery
As I have known
You enjoy swimming there
I promise I will
Once my soul stops
Its bleeding and clots

Life

Life hasn’t ever been about getting things right. Life has always been about getting things wrong and making them right. And it’s only ever in that gap that life ever lives.

Hearts

Our hearts have capacity 
They do fill up
When young they’re empty
But as one lives
And loves there’s some
Jockeying some fitting together
Of all these loves
Creating the beautiful you
That you eventually become
And then your last
Your final love will
Be the one piece
That makes all of
The other ones sing
Those sweet heavenly songs

Promise

Promises aren’t dreams 
Promises are promises
And dreams dreams
A man is
But one thing
Only his word
Never make promises
You can’t keep
For it devalues
Your precious commodity
And in turn
You as well
Always dream big
But only ever
Promise that what
You can assure
Will come true