Go gentle on your soul…

though body writhes in sin

and dross. With grace extol

all kindred hearts within

your own ability

to offer kindness. They

who walk beside you see

both great and small displayed

in beating heart. Wait free

on wonder’s call. Don’t fret

the moment. Charity

will never earn regret

when offered free. Give love

as if its richest stores

are yours to cull. Enough –

is here at hand – no more

required for happiness.

Beyond breath, the only

choice of moment is yes?

or no? to what awaits.

Listen to your peace in stillness,

own the sound that beats inside,

kick off the dust of yesterday,

wing like an eagle to tomorrow.

Ladle out love in big scoops,

accept the winds of change

and ride them into the horizon.

Eavesdrop on heartfelt songs

of innocence reverberating,

uplift your questioning eyes

and seek your own advice

because others have not trod

your path scattered with

withered flowers and scars

of darkened corridors.

Stir laughter into your tears,

flow forth in lively colors,

speak your truths loudly.

Play with fire and flesh,

develop strength of spirit,

run swiftly into the future.

Remember who you were,

recognize who you are

and discover who you will be –

but above all, be yourself,

comfortable in your own skin.

I was eight. We were in line, my mom and I, waiting for the community pool to open. The sun was not likely to break the hazy morning clouds and a sticky dew blanketed my face and arms. Looking around, itchy, bored and petulant, I had the audacity and poor taste to make fun of a large woman in too small flip flops and bright pink bikini in front of us. Like all things said which should not be said, it was said loudly, callously cutting through the thick air. The woman didn’t turn, but instead huddled herself shoulders to ears, trying to be smaller, trying to unhear. My mother, previously sugar and kisses on all occasions, grabbed my wrist hard (it would later bloom purple bruises from her fingertips), leaned down and whispered quick, spitting admonishments into my already shaking ear.

“The world DOES NOT revolve around YOU! In fact, very few people know you exist or care. I love you and so does your Dad and for that you are lucky. But in the grand scheme of things, you are no more important than that lady and you have no right to make her feel smaller than you. Foster love my dear, not hate. And apologize. NOW!”

It has occurred to me over the years that more people need this advice.

Courtesy: my best advice; 

Stop bearing the name "smart" when you can't differentiate between green and lemon, 

Stop being punctual to church when your are not ready for the sermon. 

Don't ask her out when you can't take her in, 

Stop being sorry when you intentionally committed the sin. 

Don't be such a jerk when she attempt her first kiss, 

Don't waste those advice when your still gonna loose the keys. 

Cast away those innocent face behind the defendant's court when you know your going to jail, 

Stop shading irrelevant tears, we all know the failure was real not a tale. 

Don't turn his bed service when we both know he's never gonna fix a ring on your finger, 

Stop caring for other kids when you can't care for your little linder. 

Putting on those Goggles can't dash you the name "professor ",

Seducing all guys around you can't make you act like the confessor. 

Stop making money when you don't know your worth in life, 

Stop reading sweet prose and poems when your not ready to comment or like. 

Thanks. 

Have your own radical and honest opinion about yourself. Don't dwell onto what X,Y,Z says about you. X,Y,Z doesn't even know what they are doing with their lives. Don't waste your precious and blessed time for wrong judgements of other. It's only you who know WHO YOU ARE. Cherish yourself; respect yourself; and most importantly LOVE yourself; for you are very Special.

Sometimes you need to learn your lesson the hard way. 

You can't take back what you've already given. 

Sometimes there's no second chance 

Because sometimes it's now or never. 

Opportunity knocks only once but regret bangs on your door forever

Death is not a solution to problem.

Vices are not an option either.  

the heart is impulsive and foolish

the heartstrings are easily tangled

the heart is naive, wants to believe

the heart ends up twisted & mangled

don't trust your heart when it's full

it'll lead you to certain destruction

a passionate heart will lead you astray

don't fall for a heartless seduction

protect your foolish heart selfishly

keep your weak heart safely guarded

to give up your secrets, you give up your power

trusting hearts get used & discarded

think about all the ones you've loved

they've left you in heartbroken pain

in order to love, be ready to bleed

that hurt can drive a person insane

but the traitorous body also has needs

lonely nights you'll yearn for the feel

the warmth of a body pressed against yours

for a passionate moment to steal

so find a warm body with smooth, supple skin

with lips that can kiss to distraction

with hands that feed the pleasures of flesh

Til you leave, smiling sweet satisfaction

moments of passion can draw you in

don't bask in the warm afterglow

get your ass up, get your ass home

don't even wake up here tomorrow

don't rest your head in the curve of a neck

do not cuddle or spoon or snuggle,

don't linger in bed, get dressed instead

deeper feelings lead to nothing but trouble