Is love a game
I'm challenging my dreams
don't know what this means
It's all the same
Who plays by rules
Some lead to question not following the clues
I have been played and changed stolen my voice
Nothing is nice in this game
I have changed
And felt unneeded and lame
What I gave my heart was tooken away by the wind
Games second chances
First time at romances deep in the heart of again
If I walk down that road
I keep smiling up till sunshine
If she'd only be my own
i'd wrap her in a coat of sunlight making her warm
I don't play a fool some lead to mercy playing a fool
Again, why ask why
keep trying to hold to someone never saying the same way again
I have tried lead to mercy keep myself bent out of rules...

Have you tried singing it’s another beautiful universal language that can soothe our souls I have always thought about learning how to sing hope I have time in the future to make it

20 years of smoking hun ;)… and while I sung as a kid I became untalented... I did chorus was in plays in elementary school. But life is hard too hard too many broken memories... I used to draw and that went poof as I no longer did it but I hear that can be picked right back up... I have sung and I think I sound good for people to say I sound horrible... Just like I can dance really good possible moves in my head and be a total klutz on the floor... what anybody actually hears when I write poetry is different than my mind.

I love arts. I think they are connected to each other. Drawing singing dancing or writing when I saw the flowers I drew on back of the photos in my primary school I felt happy. That was 40 years ago.

I’m glad you’re a light smoker now and will be more fit. Let bygones be bygones for we live only once

depends who you ask... if that were true I technically punched my ticket several hundred lifetimes ago maybe more :) But my being this poet is not who I am as a soul just an experience you will notice old souls do not want to do anything these people just know they've existed beforehand and likewise the world seeing them as crazy keep up this notion to just carry on a few experiences that they probably tried doing that or something similar in another poetry will form into my soul but I will actually weep because it is not who I am anymore my words of peace and love will vanish... becoming part of me but not what i'm about as myself in this present existence we get one life to find our life's purpose this is true... and is poetry my only real talent I have an interest in roulete in poker in hunting in construction and do not pursue those as often but on platforms like this they can simply know me as poet because they know I write I have this picture of a 3 goats outside my bedroom. It is some kind of picture my folks gave to me no real purpose I hung it there on accident.. and I am a Capricorn...

Nice poem .