“Often Times”

Often times I sit,

With my guitar beside a tree.
Often times I look,
At a bird flying free.
Often times I think
What if it was me.
But nevertheless, I am
What I am not to be.
 “A Lonely Tree”

A lonely tree, in its leafy plight,

A strong presence whenever in sight.
A mighty figure so grand and bare,
Though lonely, in the suns glare.

It stands as a reminder for us all.

That through every harsh condition,
It still stands tall, every story told.

But though this mighty grand tree,

Seems a presence grand at thee.
It stands alone, upon a hill,
Alone among the willows and bills.

Through every season every climate,

Its leaves fall off, its roots dry out.
Something it experiences in its life throughout.
But it has never once, succumbed to deaths about.
 “Golden Hour”

You are the moon,

In its brightest form.
The sun, at its peakiest hour,
The light, the brightest power,
But mine, at golden hour.

“False Mind”

‘No one would know’

But a guilt trip for your own.
‘Only mine and no one else’
But the one to blame,
Is yourself.