To the one who gave me life
I can give nothing but love
To the star so full of light
to the one sent from up above.

Thank you for the kindness
for everything you do
thank you for the happiness
thanks for seeing me through.

I love you more than anything
I'll love you to the end
you are my mother first
then my very best friend.

It is unusual what we share
everything I do you know,
every beautiful quality
you have in you, I try to show.

Not often enough do I tell you
how much you mean to me
Not often enough do I show you
how your love set me free

To live forever and always
Is what I wish for you.
A long life ever-lasting
for one so sacred and true

You are my special angel
who I always find comfort in
whether life is in a shambles
whether I lose or whether I win

To the one who gave me life,
I can give nothing but love
to the one who genuinely is,
sent from heaven above

To an angel sent by God
to watch and look after a prince
to the only one i love
my first love

I loved you the very day i opened my eyes
love you now
will forever love you
for you are my angel


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You all look at me,
This guy on stage
Telling you about how this world can be a cage.
Telling you,
Yeah most don't chase their dreams,
And in fact dream-
Most don't even do that.
So I'm here to tell you,
You can have everything you ever wanted if you just believe.
Just dream about anything you can conceive,
Just believe in yourself and that's all you need,
To be the best there ever was, at whatever I mean-
What's the point of living if you don't dream?
To not live life to the fullest?
To not be in this moment?
Because this is a gift,
A gift of opportunity,
To seize the moment.

You have a feeling about it but do you know what it means?
Then why are you sitting there listening to some guy talk to you about what life should be like,
Instead of living life with the girl you like,
Or being an actor,
Or doing what you love.

Really?
When's the last time you seized the moment?
When's the last time you did something different for a change?
Because to me it seems like people don't have a range.
Wake up,
What's the point?
To go to some job at some restaurant joint?
Is that your dream?
Then why are you doing it?

People say YOLO like it's a joke,
You only live once,
Why are you broke?
There's nothing stopping you except for your preconceived notion of it can't be,
It's not in the cards for me.
And I'm here to tell you...

You're wrong!

There is nothing stopping you from being happy except you,
So turn that frown upside down and do you.
No one can stop you,
So stop acting like they can.
Tell your parents, "I'm joining a band!".
Live out your life because it's yours and no one else's.
Praise The Lord like Moses.

Yesterday's history,
And tomorrow's a mystery,
So take this gift,
The present.
And transform your life,
Because that's what it is...
Your life!
Your happiness
Your priority
Make it your vision
Your vision your mission

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Make love to me with
your song, poem your poetry.
Flow slowly-do not rush it.
not so fast.

Let your words last.
Stroke me slowly
Put your back into it
Caress my totality

Draw me into your world
let me succumb -to your glib tongue
I hear your commands
As you slowly express
how capable you are

Expanding my mind
taking me places I've never been
Firmly holding me in the grips
of your suspense.

I was tense
Waiting for the end - you letting me
down gently as your poem ended
I bask in the after math-of a poetry bath

Thinking of the ecstasy of
where your poetry took me.
I let down my hair-because
you swoon creativity

I get off on your enunciation
and affections- inflections
Word erections-sensitivity
and vulnerability.

Allowing me to feel every word-
as you speak slowly
you enter me with your "diction".
Slow and easy you speak to me
Stroking me with your poetry...

You took me to peaks
of ecstasy-with your
sweet glib tongue
and that's why I -
let you make..
Make sweet Poetry to me..

Here, dark was the only light. Nothing but emptiness, all hope had long disappeared. They told me it couldn't rain forever, but clearly, they was wrong. How am I supposed to take another breath without you? It's been a year and I'm so alone. It's always so dark wherever I am and the rain just doesn't stop anymore. Every step is a battle, every breath is a lung full I wish I would miss. The plates... They don't get washed anymore. I don't eat. I don't sleep. I don't live. The photos represent a boy, the mirror, it only shows a shell. It shows eyes are like seashells; just empty hollows to represent what once was.

I'm not alive. Perhaps I once was, but not anymore. When you left so did I. Everything's so dull... So empty. When did the house get so big? The hallways are like roads, the rooms are a maze, the stairs became a mountain. Piles of letters block the front door, I dare to open any? What if they're not for me? What if they're eviction warnings? If I don't check I won't know. It would be pointless to leave, people wouldn't see me, no one has knocked for months, even the dog left me. I wish I could look for him but you know I can't leave. I know you would be ashamed of me, I'm trying, I swear I'm trying! Why did you leave me? You could have stayed! You should have stayed! I need you... I can't be without you anymore...

I've thought about it so many times but never been able to. It's in the closet waiting for me, all I have to do is go in... It won't take long. They keep telling me to do it, they follow me around the house, why won't they leave me alone? I just want to be alone. I want to be with you. Would you be annoyed at me? If I left here to be with you? I guess we'll find out tonight. For this is the last time I'll be alone, this is the last time I'll struggle. I stared at the photos, wiping the dust from their shattered frames. As I kissed your lips one final time I was brought back to that day, the last time I felt someone else's love. I realized it was time for me to let go.

The last feeling of intimacy was that of the rope as it hugged my neck. It seemed in these final moments the rain outside began to stop. This was my final calling, my last goodbye.



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