I am a machine,
Living a life that is sober and clean,
I wake up at 4:15,

Meditation gets me to my concentration,
starting the daily ritual of poetry creation,
my friend is sending me his writings, life is getting exciting,
the woman I am seeing if inviting

Eyes are windows to the soul
Rise and find the lows and highs that encompass your whole
Find the compass to direct the pull
Full of energy needs depleting,
when empty come back for more poetry reading.

I miss this feeling,
I miss her lips, this weekend I will take a trip
Silence reminds me why I exist,
not everything will fit, nor will everything have a place to submit

Seasons change, things rearrange and my goals never stay the same,
never has life had this kind of range, with the real estate that my brain claims.

Experimentation, like a scientist with new devices of appliances.
I watch the Kaizen and then tell a friend
about how things never end
When do we take the time to imagine and pretend

For me it’s the morning when I feel zen,
most are sleeping in, but I feel power from within,
waiting to awaken the machine of my personal invention