Have you ever found life to be so mundane, That it feels like you're slowly going insane. You're so numb to the pain where even torture feels like it's humane. I've spent some time to reflect and will attempt to dissect what I'm going through with therapy sessions to try and find a remedy. This is a testimony of the legacy I would like to leave...

Of turning the tide of injury or age I’m sorry to say there is no gage Every gain that brings you joy Is like receiving a brand new toy It quickly grows stale, but… With a constant demand to heal And effort driven be petulant zeal Working with people who truly care You can regain your lost flare

Apple blossom honey girl Holding up a yellow moon Purple clouds coming in Heavy with the rain. Sometimes it’s a parachute Sometimes a cayenne shell Like the Hasui print Rain at Miekawa The way it moves The way she moves it arm to arm. Yellow moon in the rain Watch her run Umbrella in the wind.

I hear the voice of Ray Crying within, the dawn of days Where my trans-lucent art In the body art of Love Took flight, in the flight of doves Drawn, in the shape of Love Where my verses, Belong to the song of Birds Where I exist, in the thunderstorm Manifesting, in total recall The paths of freedom Let the hidden truths unfurl the meaning of...

In the realm where shadows dance and light refrains, Resides a mind, a tumultuous terrain. Where lines blur, emotions twist and fray, Borderline Personality Disorder holds sway. It's a symphony of chaos, a relentless tide, Where emotions clash, and reason hides. Moments of euphoria swiftly fade, Into the depths of despair, where darkness...

In the quiet of the night, she waits alone, Her heart aching, longing for his tone. Beside her lies an empty space, A void she yearns him to embrace. With each passing hour, she feels the sting, Of loneliness that only love can bring. For in his arms, she finds her solace, Yet his affection seems a distant promise. She longs for more than...

Five men in suits waiting for their car Escort to the capital Someone looking out through the window Someone sleeping in the street Faces polished to hide their lies Come to collect their share The poor paying For the crimes against them. Eight hundred billion dollars For a knife in the back. The shadow bankers They came and went Like assassins...

The silence The quiet The peace The noise "Where are you ?", I wonder, As I search for everything I knew, Once that all existed inside. The poet The painter The lover The wild " Who are you? " I ponder, When I can't resemble, Any reflections in my sight. The past The future The darkness And the bright "What am I? ", And my soul...

In the darkness before dawn I stand by the open window And in my mind there are Curtains swaying like ghosts The comforting silence hangs Entwined with the blue hue As the moon wanes and stars Fade over the garden I see Silhouettes made of hedges And trees where they were In a memory planted once Against a paling firmament I inhale the fresh...

Who payed for the Chapel of the Princes The cathedral dome The statue of David? Who took the money Whose fame blossomed Because they portrayed Cosimo I de’ Medici as Orpheus, And the women as Petrarch’s Laura? Art is the highest form of power We were the racketeers of Firenze We were the lion of Europe Partying on the roof of the...

How I miss that unceasing strength Of which I don’t have a tenth, It never mattered the work to do Or the obstacle encountered He just hitched up and pulled through His strength never floundered Life didn’t have to be perfect, As long as he kept breathing There would always be time to fix it He’s strength never retreating How I miss that...

If you ever think its all over, If you ever feel like giving away, Look at me You've got a friend in you. If you ever feel empty, If you ever think you're alone, Just call me You've got a friend in you. If you ever feel cheated, If you ever feel dumb, Just consult me You've got a friend in you. If you are ever hurt, And you think God...