Some teach youwhat can't be taught,by turning their backon you & helpingyou get internallycloser to everythingyou externallysought.

You alwaysdrop by, to en-lighten my mind,when my wings arefeeling heavy &i've forgottenhow tofly.

If you keep crossing me with the monstrosity of your generosity, I just might possibly begin, believing in the sins of love and humanity again.

The peasants of love pillage the town of my prideful heart until I burn with compassion.

Sometimes people outside of your people act more like your people than your people.