This is not a poem about Winnie the Pooh.

As a human being’s birthright, true freedom should be regarded as the "vitamin" for the spirit and a priceless "supplement" for the soul.

Not a happy poem so be warned, it is depressive but then again poetry is a creative outlet for me, very rarely will you find a true happy poem, however there may be a new romance in the future."until everything is gone and I ask why am I forsaken?"

Believe it or not I once had faith in myself but with age, with heartbreak, and with pain came nothing. Good News is about a time in my life when I actually felt like fighting after I was forsaken.

The bible says somewhere that your young men will see visions and your old men will dream dreams; yes this was a vision perhaps a prophecy that came true to me, perhaps to all. So Break My Heart, to be honest my heart is perpetually broken, I try not to fall in love anymore, I don’t have any friends, and I just let the pieces lie there.

This is a REALLY old one…maybe a little….gory…just a little. But it’s old…and not really edited in perfection grammatically….or…imaginatively…. I like the idea though.

For the leaders out there, Kudos!

Gaining self esteem and dignity, finding one’s true self.

A human’s fall from the grace of god.

I am no better than anyone else, and when I’m gone, no one will miss me.