By the sea
Poetry Cannot Lie
I often write by candlelight
with pen in wee of morn,
as crickets sing and birds find rest,
itís when my poems are born.
Theyíre honest words, each one of them.
Poetry cannot lie.
With words I can weave many truths,
or breathe poetic sigh.
Each poem will give a tiny glimpse
into this man of art
and word by word youíll come to know
what lives within my heart.
I am a man in dreadful pain.
Sometimes my mindís unclear.
Undiagnosed, my body screams.
This is the second year.
And through this torment poems are born.
Sometimes they also scream,
but most will speak of loveliness,
or how to chase a dream.
So chase your dreams and donít lose hope.
I plan to chase my own.
These two years taught me many things.
In good ways I have grown.
Reach out and take me by the hand.
Iíll guide you to that place
and when you reach it I will see
a smile upon your face.
There is more depth to the heart than the mind can comprehend and it only has boundaries when we choose to fence it in.††