Response:

when the soul feels weak

one of the outsiders - always there to speak

one is constantly there

to calm, to soothe, to repair

to find the pieces overlooked or lost

somehow making them stronger - embossed

they let me find ME

funny how things go

how leaving brings joy and sorrow

tossing everything to and fro

never satisfied, but ere I go

i sit here remembering all

the times i've had a "Hard Fall"

realizing my feelings now - too familiar

to the ones, as I child, I felt - but scarier

the difference now - i am aware

of two lights, so genuine and painless and fair

they set me FREE

funny how things went

the laughter, the tears - never spent

but washing over - never repent!

for i will never 'sorry' for creating either of these 'dents'

so here i am

rhyming to both of your stanzae

i feel like a sham

next to your hands - boy, do i

but the trust i am also feeling,

the hopes, the dreams that are reeling

will get me past the drop off

and to that, i say, "TOWANDA" & "BLECOPH!!!!!!!!"

Done.

how do you respond

when all your wit is gone?

it was just another way to hide.

no sense of humor

the light just hurts my eyes

please tell me it's just a joke of Pride's.

though how is that true

when Apathy takes over

and the Motivation has died?

there was never reason

there's no more rhyme

that i can muster.

Ode to Max - Thanks for The Adventures

Let's go somewhere,

a place with an inspiring, unbroken air.

Let's travel far,

so our home is just memory of the heart.

Let's travel near.

To the things that we hold too dear -

Find the core of their magnetic pull

that unsettles like a shovel, and anchors like an anvil.

In your dreams, be wary of logic.

In your means, go out and frolic.

The sun is your shooting star,

wherever you be,

out Where The Wild Things Are.

Thanks for including me.