Thoughts on Friends

I've just been thinking how blessed i am to be surrounded by quality friends.
It is a rare find, to have people in your life who not only consider you as their friend,
but also consider themselves as your friend. In these times we are living in, we all give to get,
but rarely do we give to give. I have been so guilty of that, and introspection led me to my book of words.

in my book of words
i search for the definition of friend
but because action speaks louder than words
i close my book of words for today
evaluating if i have been
or only expect you to be
so
conclusions to action
i'll be there
because i care

I Cry Sometimes

I CRY SOMETIMES
my tears show the tares
where my soul is ripped to shreds
pieces of a broken man
rebounding from rejects
the price i pay for honesty
honestly
makes my mind refer to alternatives
and yes it hurts
'cos consequence is unavoidable
i turn to my book of words
where tears traces memmories
of better days and happy songs
so please
allow me to feel
when my hope gets deferred
and my dreams seem fleeting
if i showed you my tears
and exposed all my fears
am i less of the man
you expect me to be?
I CRY SOMETIMES