life is a series
of questions and quests
events and memories
the betters and bests
who will discover
and who will become
an artist, a lover
a brother, or chum
seeking and searching
and wondering why
striving and reaching
and learning to fly
why must we struggle
and strive on this quest?
we trample, we juggle
to be better than best
simple is second
and less is a bore
becoming fecund
still striving for more
along the quest
more questions arise
we dream of rest
and try to theorize
the meaning of life
the striving and seeking
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
moment by moment
and day after day
i long for adventure
i should be content
with this life that i've built
but some how my dreams
have escaped from my grasp
if i close my eyes
my dreams may come true
of times and places
memories of you
the way we were
happy and free
the world was ours to conquer
but choices were made
and they conquered us first
so i remain
eyes open and
restless of heart
left to wonder
what might have been
and how the story should have ended
if we only knew then
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 1:41 AM UTC
Her voice, a bird's song
could lighten any burden
except for her own
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 5:54 AM UTC
i always knew you were the one
from the first stolen glance
until the day you left with my heart
years cannot blur the image of your smile
or lessen the warmth i felt in your arms
i will always long for you
even though its hopeless
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC