Nuture

Water your soul

as if it were

a tree

breathing life

to all in its

space

with its leaves

always green

Ink

Poetry brings clarity

in a world filled

with insanity

 

Long time ago

a friendship was born

with a pen

 

whispered words

from worlds not seen

or heard, truth

 

Masked in metaphors

but it shines

bright blue

 

Pen weaved words

bringing comfort

to the soul

 

 

Because it will

get beaten down

and worn

 

Band aids can’t heal

bullet wounds, restoration

found in literary art

 

In solitude, pen proved

to be the greatest

of friends

 

Promised to be

loyal till it’s last

breath

 

Provided a root for

inner strength’s tree

to grow

 

Leaves of creativity

and hope

fountain flows.

Meditation

Clearing channels

mind like a finely

tuned radio

pure thoughts

free flow

when you let

the mind

go.

breathe in life

the more

you will know

if you keep within

what no longer

serves, it begins

to own and poison

the soul.

Listen to the voice

the purest one from

the deepest parts

whispers crescendo

to music.

Look within to

the sage

hair of wisdom grey

He is you

You were him

together he became

she and she will be

him.

Connected

billions of soul

through single

flourescent

thread

you will find

yourself

at the end.