You’ll see what you want to see
and believe what you already believe
so, eh, yah—
what more is there to say about the
Presidential Debate?
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You’ll see what you want to see
and believe what you already believe
so, eh, yah—
what more is there to say about the
Presidential Debate?
I’m basically looking for the right words to tell a story
that creates sense of all my past mistakes.
I’m an idiot for sure.
But I’m a passionate idiot.
The slammed door said I’m hurting.
The silence said I’m scared.
The walls between us listened
when no one seemed to care.
The portraits on the wall,
oh how they seemed stare,
where deep within night
the stars poured ever clear.
The door knob turned eventually
as silence did it’s head,
the sea between us parted and
the portraits went to bed.
While all the world was sleeping
with all their monsters fed,
the boy and girl slept soundly
no sooner had they met.

Love is a language
a well written play
worn like a curtain
pulled closed on a stage
the cheering erupts
thrown roses at bay
behind a closed curtain
life’s finest display.

In this life choose many lifestyles.
When one gets boring, flip the script.
Don’t pigeonhole yourself.
As many lifestyles as there are,
there are just as many lives to live.

What is it that makes you Tik? And I’ll tell you what makes me Tok.
(But for real! What makes you get up in the morning, drives you through the day, and helps guide you to sleep?)
I’m curious to know more about you.
I’m all ears…
When the world
seems, to be
spinning without you—
just listen
breathe and remember
the world spins for you,
as it does that perfect stranger
who too is listening.

Her silence is an offering
The morning sun’s a gift
Her morning meditation
I watch as my mind drifts
Our backyard is a symphony
The melody and pitch
Free from all temptation
Her presence does enrich

Keep digging through the pain
and at the bottom you’ll find
that what’s buried underneath
was worth your struggle.
Then just keep on digging.

He felt lost
and alone, though
ever so ordinary—
which scared him the most.
