This poem is about Who We Are. The words come from the Silence. They are the words of awakening from sleep to Light. They are the truth of life - of me and you. They are the awakenings of an ordinary man no different from you who has simply realized how special ordinary Is. I give them with love in the hope they will awaken or expand in you an awareness of how special You Are.

I wrote this poem about the feeling I get that I want to be anyone but myself sometimes and how I wonder how life would be different if I changed.

There were so many good things I could have done in my life, but I could not do. Today I find my life wasted. But still all have not gone. There is plenty of life still to be lived for the things I wanted to do.

My average day is long, hard, and full of stress; but this poem just goes to prove that your little getaway isn't quite as far as it seems.

The cloth is a metaphor for something or someone of sentimental value, be it an object, a person or even something as intangible as a relationship.

This may not a great poem, in terms of "every literary technique and style" that they teach us in school but it sort of flowed out of my mind one day as I was listening to The Corr's 1st album. Anyway, this poem is special to me because it's one of the easiest poems I've ever written. I wrote it in about 5mins...as I thought of everything I've ever cared about, from an actual security blanket that I had as a child to my friends and family.

A friend of mine confided in me his dream of owning a book store on a Caribbean island some day. He is a lover of Jimmy Buffet music, and I wrote this for him. Trying to capture the Buffetesque atmosphere and his dream of the Caribbean bookstore. Dedicated to Bebop4U2. I hope you follow your dream Bebop!

I was inspired to write this, my only poem to date, after a brief, innocent encounter with a female friend who was slightly more. I became alive enough to write this as if we were living in the big picture of being in love.

This poem is about our lives and the changes we go through, moving from childhood into adulthood. As we go through life, doing our best to fit into a society, I feel that, there is an underlying need for a reason for our existence, and our belief of our unquestionable superiority over the rest of the species on this planet. There is a desire to distance ourselves and try and explain our purpose here on earth. And time inevitably moves on, no matter what.

Back a few years ago I overheard a conversation about myself . . . about my childhood . . . I was adopted and before that severely abused. So hearing this for the first time and being 16 at the time . . . well it made me kind of crazy . . . I started doing drugs and lots of other stuff until finally I had a breakthrough I thought for so long that I had to fight everyone to prove that I was actually a person but then I realized that I was riding my own cliche and that if I accept the things that I cannot change, then what others think does not matter. However at the same time I am terrified that I am exactly what I hate so much . . .

This poem is reflective of the author. Sometimes love isn't what it seems. Sometimes life isn't what it seems. One thing for sure is this: If you are unhappy there is "Something Better" out there!