Sunday

My ADD is making me old
It's also making my coffee cold
Without my OCD, a friend once said,
My ADD would surely make me dead
A friend is my impulsivity
Adventures in simplicity
Some argue for the need to heal
While I live every day to feel
Amazement in minute antiquity
Or some heartfelt soliloquy
Gentle breezes and skies of blue
And a heart full of the magic that is you

LH
10/19/14

My Bubble

It's raining in my coffee
Leaves upon the ground
Peace is in our air
As the majority hurries round
Staring at the sky
A tickle on my nose
Warmth right beside you
And no one even knows

L.H.
10-11-14

Gene Harris

Who do I want to be?
What do I want to see?
With so little time
Why worry with the rhyme?
Where do you often go?
What is the reason that you know?
Is structure then your enemy?
Preventing visibility?
If you never even try-
Is your life then a lie?
Is your time then wasted-
If the spice is never tasted?

LH
10/6/14

Happiness

Like a loosely fitting cloak
It changes the atmosphere
We dance inside it
We long to stay here
It washes the worry away
Distracting us from pain
The look in those eyes
Promises more to gain
No one wants to sleep
At the end of the day
Because it only hastens
Going a separate way

LH
9/25/14