I am the late autumn leaf
clinging tightly to the tree
beat up by the summer storms,
fall's colors deserting me.

Aware that with the next hard frost
I'll likely be driven from my home
high within the forest canopy
and join my brethren in the loam.

But stubbornly I still hang on
to the only life I've ever known.
Is this what they really mean
by becoming fully grown?

There are two main categories that fear falls under:
We are either scared of pain, death or both.
You are not scared of spiders but a poisonous bite.
Not heights, just the fall.
And I’m not scared of falling in love,
I’m scared of being hurt.
I’m scared that my heart doesn’t know enough loss,
To understand absence.
I’m scared that he has stretched my lungs too far with laughter,
To accommodate chocking sobs.

Oh heart, rescue me.
Let your beat
Be the rhythm of life.

And when I speak,
Let not cold currents,
deceit, reign supreme.

But let me remember
There is something more
Than left, right, middle.

Something more beautiful
Than what I might scheme,
Or plan

Oh heart please
give me your warmth
Return it onto my life

I hid a note,
Underneath my shelf yesterday.
It's in my throat,
Stuck on all the things; I’m scared to say.

I'm a fool
I don't mean to make a shitty day.
Stuck in a pool,
Filled with my own blood -- won't go away

I’m trying,
My mind is screaming
Louder than last week.
No cryin’,
All I want to do
Is go and tweak--
I am sad,
I am broke.
Don't be mad,
Hide my cloak.

J o u r n e y is an expedition of the soul from birth to bliss; here to hereafter

                                                                         They ask me    "why did I love                              YOU," I say why not   YOU built in me                     

Each day when I get up early
I wonder am I now standing
at the end or far edge of eternity
as I am graduating into eighty
will let you all know
whether all who knew
recognized me
so remain standing by
I may still on the mommy Earth sigh
bit longer while
so continue to bless me
with your shining teeth
as you laugh or smile

The soaking sweat of football camp
the two a days in stifling heat
trying to sleep in air too damp
being 'most too tired to eat.

Coaches yell"Not Good Enough!"
as you fight for a starting spot
trying your best to be tough
merciless sun burning hot.

Helmets collide with plastic echoes
pads protect but not completely
jammed fingers and cleated toes.
Gatorade goes down salty but sweetly.

l u c k is a toss up coin with bright and dark sides, destiny keeps spinning, in the game called life