There are many places to go and see,
and many things I could soon be.
There are an awful lot of choices near,
an awful lot of things to fear.
Which do I choose to get it right?
Does every path end in a fight?
Perhaps there is no truly perfect way?
No one place where my treasures lay?
Perhaps I must flow with the gentle breeze,
to find my way among the trees?
Life will carry me where it may,
I'll live to see another day.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 11:41 PM UTC
We used to work for what we need
But now we toil with thoughts of greed
Limitless hunger makes work tough
Because you'll never have enough
True wealth comes from a different place
A source of emotion and grace
Don't let your heart be ruled by want
And resist desires endless taunt
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 2:37 PM UTC
Does the universe hold a home for me?
A special thing for me to be?
A throne of gold?
Or a burden to hold?
Perhaps I must make my own place,
From scraps of hope and sprinkles of grace?
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 4:25 PM UTC
While I stand alone
A haunting silence runs free.
Where my friends once stood,
Empty footprints surround me.
The darkness and I
Are becoming quite the pair.
I'll wake up today,
But tomorrow will I dare?
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 4:23 PM UTC
Why do we breathe?
to pose the question.
Why do we live?
to give it an answer.
Why are we here?
to discover our purpose.
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 7:44 PM UTC
Don't try to paint the world
With shadows black and gray
You will reveal nothing
But darkness and dismay
Find color in the void
A very special hue
It will define your life
And the things you will do
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 12:23 PM UTC
Times will shift from bad to good.
Humanity always knew they would.
“Things look dark and grim,” they'd say.
Though they'd always turn the other way.
The beauty of darkness shows in the light.
Only knowledge of wrong can demonstrate right.
Impermanence fosters the soul of being.
And sharpens the eyes of the world for seeing.
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 5:11 PM UTC
A dream can slip away,
And ooze into the floor.
There it will remain,
Becoming nothing more.
Time will pass overhead,
Each step a sudden crack.
He’ll leave the fallen dream behind,
Unlikely to turn back.
The dream will lay in darkness,
A cold void to it's center.
Stretching blind towards the light,
Begging help to enter.
It's hope will turn to poison,
Seething with regret.
An affliction with no cure:
It's potential never met.
The dream will late return,
And blast up from below.
An inner rage will advance,
A vengeful plot will grow.
Your dream will come to strike you,
Like nothing has before.
You will come to fear it,
And it's never ending gore.
So hold fast to your dreams,
Don't let them drift away.
Else one day you may regret,
And fear where your dreams lay.
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 12:25 PM UTC