06 July 2011

Titled "Our Life" (Aug. '07)

The choices we make today
build out tomorrow
build who we become
build our reputations

Our choices lead us
to new experiences
and to new places
to new abilities

While broadening our horizons
our abilities grow
our knowledge expands
our reputation spreads

Our Choices
Assist in forming
the repousse
titled "Our Life"

Through Life We Walk

Through life we walk
Under a veil of sleep
Not truly seeing
The truth that is
the truth of life
Only what we wish to see
Only what we can handle
Only what we wish to handle

Spring Flower (2007)

A flower in the midst of Spring
Not yet fully bloomed
Watered and pruned
By loving hands
With a promise of more

The Gardener had only ever had
Flowers quick to bloom
Beauty easily seen at first sight
Before realising

What comes easily and quick
Can vanish
Just as easily and
Just as quickly

This flower in the midst of Spring
Though slow to bloom
Once bloomed
Breathtaking to behold

Perfect beauty can only last forever
If pictured and kept
Inner beauty lasts forever
In the soul of the beholder

Seasonal Love

Your love a Rose
Withering with age
Protected by barbed wire thorns
Wrapped in pretty paper
Seasonal

Perspective (writen 7/7/07)

A world so large
and yet so small
one being alone
is but a spec
but as we stand together
we are a force
visible from the heavens above
and noticed by all

Granny,

Life is a vast ocean
and we are it's sailors
lost at sea without a compass
on a long foggy night

You are our lighthouse
always there to shine
a beacon in our darkness
offering guidance in our fog

Through all the rough tides
and too, the smooth sailing
we can always count on you
to see us through

You are my lighthouse
My northern star
and my mentor
I love you Granny!

Fairy Tales (part 1)

Every young girl wishes
to one day find
her own Prince Charming
and to live a fairy tale
all their own

Then, as they grow
and supposedly mature
they lose faith
in dreams
and happily ever after

Their dreams won't
one day come true
Santa Clause, The Easter Bunny
and Fairy Godmothers
are only a myth

We grow to see things
logically and explainable
If we fail to "mature"
we are labeled
Dreamers or Hopeless Romantics

Married Yet Divorced

It drives her crazy
The way they bitch and gripe
Always saying what the
other does wrong and never does right
They won't say it to one another
just to her
That lunge line girl so tightly stretched
between trainer and wild mustang
Too rough edged for what she longs for
a strong armed, strong hearted, true cowboy
to help her hold and deal with
the secret she keeps
her parent's secret
Their ragged, rough, and tumble love
built of walls and fences
and forever words

Hunter

Lying low
the prowler waits
in patient anticipation,
it's prey
slow to arrive,
reminiscing of a time
when last they met
prowler became
Unwittingly,
willing prey

The Goal

The goal of the wind
To steal your breath
 
The goal of stillness
To steal your thoughts
 
The goal of death
To steal your heart
 
The goal of life
To steal your innocents
 
The goal of darkness
To steal your sight
 
The goal of lights
To steal your blindness
 
The goal of rain
To steal your adventures
 
The goal of drought
To steal your complaints
 
The goal of snow
To steal your diversity
 
The goal of spring
To steal your individualism 

Weeds

I have no set goal
Planned out plainly
As most do
My path is foggy
only end result apparent
I have faith
That will happen
Is to be
What I do
Will lead to that
In the end what
Is simple
 
I have paths
Covered in weeds
Growing towards
one final goal
Weeds being trimmed
They still grow wild
Yet to be tamed
Brambly
Can't agree
Haven't decided
On a direction
 
One day I'll trim these
The next those
When I settle
On one weed is left
That weed leads
To my result
For me by me
Happiness and memories
Toils and trials
Finally resting
 
Without awareness
But knowledge
of what is
what will be
what has been
all questions answered
forever peace
together forever more
questions answered

"IT"

Tides come in
Tides go out
Sometimes they are Angry
Sometimes they are Sad
Sometimes they are Placid
Sometimes they are Raving
Never knowing which you'll get
Some people hate it
But very few
Can bear to love it
Tides are Constant
Tides are Honest
Never hiding truth
Behind it's vast unknown
here lies beauty
here lies mystery
here lies the known
and the unknown
side by side
forever more
This could be why
Some people only like it
Some people more than hate it
But others,
For reasons unknown
Love it

Laugh

Laugh cause you're happy
Laugh cause you're nervous
Laugh cause you're scared
Laugh just cause
Or to lighten heavy spirits
 
Laugh at yourself
Laugh with others
Laugh to feel better
Can't hurt to try
 
Laugh to keep from cryin
Laugh because you're crying
Laugh cause you got hurt
Cause hey it had been fun
 
Through good times
Through bad times
Laugh through it all
Things could've been worse