A WAKE UP CALL

Their sharp canines stick out like knives,
Their shiny white teeth they use to survive,
Their persistent laugh echoes with greed,
When nothing seems enough for their breed,
Their dark eyes always keen for another’s kill,
The hard fought kill won with steel and will.
 
They chase for the lone king in packs of unity,
Unified by their lack of respect and sense of dignity,
The lion’s roar fades in the struggle to survive,
Amidst a sudden onslaught of madness to flee it must oblige,
A towering leader hurt, weakened and weary,
Losing a battle only won by those knit tightly.

MY TWO PENCE WORTH

When you look around,

You’ll realize the dark clouds hover over everyone around you,

And when it rains,you all soak wet,

When the sun shines,you all dry up,

So for this short moment when you are all together,

Savor your togetherness.

Water Your Flowers.

Beautiful flowers sprouted at your sight,

Tulips, roses with all their vibrancy,

You picked some, one, two an assortment,

And with your skill had a perfect mix,

You smiled at what you held,

But never watered them,Not even a little sprinkle,

So they withered and fell off your grip,

No matter how hard you clasped.

Spur On.

When they try to put you down,

Come back stronger,

Not because your response is revenge,

But because the architect of your bounce is the belief of the heights you’ll grace.

A Chain Reaction.

The butterfly effect,

It’s all intertwined,

What was, What is, What will,

We regret ‘What was’,

We master ‘What is’,

We are unsure ‘What will’,

But if they are linked,

Then we master ‘what is’ regardless of regret or if we are unsure,

Master what you do today.

To all those who read and added soul to these words, I appreciate.

Remember, good things are shared.

May you all have a prosperous 2013.

MEET LOVE

A brave heart,

Glaring eyes and a darting stare,

Look around who would dare,

Look around, they all look bare,

Your vibrant face so grim and rare.

A brave heart,

Firm hands to grasp you,

Steady feet to walk with you,

They say your laugh echoes in dark forests,

They say with the bold is where your heart rests.

A brave heart,

I’d risk all I have to share your heart beat,

The rhythm with which you brighten the weak,

I’d risk all I have to wrap my thoughts around what you think,

Whenever I feel I’m on the brink.

WHEN I’M GONE

 

When I’m gone,

I won’t see you cry for me,

I won’t hear you cry for me,

I won’t hug you tightly in my arms,

And tell you it’s ok, I’m back.

When I’m gone,

You won’t see my broken heart through my eyes,

You won’t hear my sad thoughts through my lips,

You won’t hug me tightly in your arms,

And tell me it’s ok, You’re back.

When I’m gone,

They won’t understand your tears,

They won’t understand why you let them roll down your pale cheeks,

They won’t understand what it felt,

When we shared our smiles.

When I’m gone,

The dawn will still break,

The sun will still rise and brighten the day,

The moon will still glow and brighten the night,

And when you look up, your eyes will dry and sparkle with the stars.

LITTLE STEPS BECOME RUNS

 

Those little glances I stole,

When I blinked to hide my feel,

When the sparkle in your eyes was my gem,

Those little steps I made are now strides.

Those words you spoke with the sweetest voice,

When you said “I’m glad I met you”,

When you said “It’s ok you can walk me along”,

Those little steps are now strides.

Those tender hands I felt,

When you stroked my shaking arm,

When you held me tight in your grip,

Those little steps are now strides.

Those kisses and cuddles,

When you said you never want to see me leave,

When I said I never want to leave,

Those little steps are now strides.

These roses and lilies,

When you are mine forever,

When I’m yours forever,

These little steps are now runs.

PRINCIPLES

With our eyes we shun,

With our minds we discern,

With our lips we declare,

With our words we define.

We thought we controlled our will,

The will to walk our words,

The words we thought we cast in stone,

The stone now riddled with cracks.

Our minds are weak,

Our bodies are weak,

Our words we must hold fast,

In principle and in heart.

TURN UP THE MUSIC

Turn up the music, turn up the sound,

Turn up the beat, turn up the wave,

Electro, Hip, Funk, rock n roll up the volume,

Turn up the bass, we never want to leave.

Not when our hearts are getting lifted,

Not when our smiles light up the sky,

When our minds dance to the beat,

When the artist sings with our lips.

When our problems are not part of us,

When our tears sparkle in the light,

Like pearls rolling down vibrant faces,

And we two step on a new world.

And when the music is over,

And our faces mask with sad stares,

Our hearts still hold on to the fading sound,

Our fingers will always tap to the beat.

DREAMS

I have dreams that engulf my reality,

So real I walk and talk in them,

I laugh and smile at the scenes,

And feel pain when I fall and bruise,

Dreams that need my eyes open,

To see the path that forms before me,

A map drawn from my heart,

With roads and inroads that branch at will,

And yet I never seem to stumble on my next step,

Or wish I had followed the road on my left,

Nor do I fear when my vision is blocked by a turn,

I’ll turn when I reach the bend,

I’ll not miss my step and fall before I see what’s beyond the bend,

Maybe the path will not split again,

And loop to where I stand,

Maybe the path will split again,

And I get to enjoy the ride,

Of walking the unknown with surety,

Not afraid that I was once told of the twists ahead,

By those who decided they needed to wake from the dream.

I WILL FAIL NOT

 

I failed this once, this one moment,

When the face of adversity was grim,

And its eyes glared with deceit,

To blur my vision that was my path,

And I stumbled on my weak feet.

I failed this once, this one moment,

When I saw my glass was half empty,

When I believed the finish line was short of my breath,

When the ground seemed to pull me from the clouds,

And I stumbled on my weak feet.

I will fail not, not this one moment,

Not when the crowd is cheering my name,

Not when the prize is all I can see,

Not when these very words are my strength,

And I will stand on my strong feet.

ALREADY WRITTEN

 The script is written,

With hands we cannot reach,

In fine writing and priceless ink,

On blotless paper that words won’t blink,

Drawing and shaping words that we would never think.

That our eyes won’t see from a glance or stare,

Our minds read not what is bare,

Letters revealing words that were already there,

For we blinded our sight yet we claim to care.

The script is written,

On pages that we cannot turn,

To reveal chapters with stories to come,

Of visions and dreams to be done,

The very hope we build upon.