I Dream of Loving Someone.

Good Morning, How are you today.
Meeting you here and having plenty to say.
What makes you so unique?
How do you feel when you’re at your peak.
Is it because that we can relate?
Is it because of the effort that we make?
I don’t know how it feels to be with someone.
To talk with equally and to have fun.
I can only dream of starting a conversation.
I am not talking to you just to have relations.
Where is the morality in that?
To say something meaningful and take it back.
Saying those words when the feeling is there.
If nothing it said, those warm words fall on cold air.
God, I pray for your mercy and kindness.
Lead me through the Savannah and past the lioness.
I only seek one, one who is considerate and kind.
Enjoying each other’s company and considerate of the time.
I would like that very much.
Going by faith and not by luck.
I can see it coming true.
A flower in spring that begins to bloom.

That’s how love can start.

Bringing two people closer together.
In any kind of weather.

From a Writer's Point of View

Listen to the sounds of the words being heard.
A poem is not a bunch of words.
It is reflecting of one's thoughts and feelings.
Understand its meaning.
Why did the poet write this down?
Did they take time to hear how it sounds.
Running back and forth, correcting their mistakes.
So exciting to be writing not taking any breaks.
At last when its done, they put down the pen.
Leaving the house wanting to show their work to a friend.
Asking them, does this poem sound good to you?
The friend says it sounds as it should.
Confused the poet asks, what do you mean?
The friend smiles and says that It has feeling.
Your feelings, that is what matters when you write.
Even if writing keeps you up all night.
Keeping writing no matter what.
Even if people don't like they can just shut up.
Write the way you want, its not about them.
You are writer and you have your own problems.

Open Mind

The room is so quiet, it feels dead.

Can I go inside my head?

What will I find when I go there?

Smiles of the people that care.

After all this time, I am still looking for the key.

Its been four days since I lost my memory.

 The times are returning very slowly

I have to be patient, I am still learning.

What did I use to do?

Feeling hungry, did I know how to cook food?

I am interested in reading and writing.

Winning at card games is really exciting.

All those thoughts, I say Who am I?

I was told that I am good guy.

Going the distance to discover my past.

I hope that these good times last .

I feel calm like someone is reaching out.

Telling me not to give into fear or doubt.

Not even thinking why I'm alone. 

How I am able to even write this poem?

Is writing a part of me?

If so then let it lead me to my destiny.

I pray and ask God to restore my mind.

He is omnipotent,but he is also kind.

Sparing me from losing my life.

Giving me an unyielding nature that will not die.

Showing me what is right and wrong.

Reading passages from the book of Psalms.

I will continue to search for clues to who I am.

Maybe someday I will understand.

What is means to be human.

Doing all that I can.

I am learning about the world in my own way.

Until then, I look forward to good days

Questions???

I'm wondering if  I'm doing the right thing?
Sometimes it makes sense to get away from everything.
When the pressure starts taking its toll.
I find myself just sitting there in the hole.
Why am I in the hole to begin with?
How can I make any sense of this?
Feeling depressed is like having cancer.
Please, I would like to find the answer.
To solve the riddle that confuses me.
What do I need to be doing right now?
When? Where? Why? and How?
Will I ever be me again?
So many questions. So much to understand.