One isn’t born 
kind one is 
made kind through 
the types of 
things that genuinely 
kind people always 
keep to themselves 
they have no 
interest in comparing 
tragedies or trying 
to convince anyone 
of their pain
kind people are 
forged in the 
furnaces of deep 
despair found only 
by the strongest 

Wish of day
dreamt at night 
when in sleep 
I can’t deny
the dense desire 
and rooted need
a morsel of
plump humid tenderness 
placed so delicately 
upon the cookie 
dough of flesh 
a single dollop 
of melting sweet

To do 
or not 
to do
what is 
the clue
tis simpler
to do 
the familiar 
and just 
as similar 
why waste 
precious time 
in haste 
take a 
moment enjoy 
this rhyme 

The thing about 
the bottom is 
that you’ll either 
find your way 
up or out 
or farther in
the bottom moves
in the direction 
that you take 

When and if 
it ever does 
the years and 
the many miles 
that once had 
seemed so long 
just disappear pop
like some bubble 
that you hardly 
remember at all 
this is what 
success feels like 
just a pop
and a sprinkling 
of those tears
that for years 
seemed too near