Crazy

Life at times can fulfill, can lift us up and for a few hours time stands still
Yet, those are rare times, not enough to sustain
There are warm days, with summer sun, but selfishly I prefer the rain
Cleansing my soul and lulling me to sleep
Rain, Rain never go away, I want it, something to keep

Crazy how worlds collide
Who we chose, who we confide
Crazy, yeah crazy is what we seek
To be honest, true, crazy is not for the weak

Embrace your time because it slips by
Live true and tell no lies
Crazy how a word can change
Change it’s meaning, kind of strange

So crazy is both a blessing and a curse
So just be you, things could be worse tb

Stay crazy, while you’re on this earth

Pain

Sometimes embrace the pain, just as some endure the rain

We all seek comfort and content
Yet troubles present and they never relent

Hold close the times of no despair
They’re sure to go, pain will return, who will care

Your choices in times of trouble, shape you, and reveal
Reveal you truth, your soul, how you truly feel

Don’t run from the pain, or the rain
Sunny days are sure to show
No need for talk or to explain
Those who value you instinctively know

Know who you are, where you have come from
Pain is needed to embrace the fun

Pain is a healer
Comfort is a stealer
A
Stealer of souls
Pain is a remedy as you grow old

Music

So strange how music can take you back
To a place a time deep within your soul
The artists are unaware of this, playing entertaining, it’s truth not abstract
Listening it takes us to places we long for, or want to avoid, life takes a toll

I wish everyone could see what I see
These experiences large or small impact us all
Eye opening, showing all we could be
Simply put… simply put, respond to the call

Listen up remember where you were and where you are
Ups and downs we have all had
Be with others, be true, even at he bar
Experiences shape us, don’t miss out, resist the sad

All of us hope and dream
All of us hope and dream
Never quit life
Never

Birth-day

Strange it seems to me, we celebrate our day
As we age it’s a step closer to the end
I tend to reflect and find my way
Think, recall, am I on my way, where I intend

Be cognizant of your place in this existence
Are you making a difference are you making a mark
If not, use the time you have left to not pose resistance
Be a shining light don’t go dark

It’s taken some time to learn
We forge only one road and there is no going back
Don’t end up regretting, that wound will burn
Move forward, keep people close  and don’t react

Be strong and enjoy your day
But learn and celebrate another way

Thinking

I sit and ponder, do I live in the past
Unable to move forward, missing what’s here
At times I feel like an outcast
Social and adept, yet connection I fear

This is a penance I carry around
Superficial, it feels, which is odd and strange
I believe, truly that I can rebound
From what I do not know it, can I change

Late nights, early mornings alone, thinking, and content
Some think it’s lonely but I see it clear
Prefer it, an existence I feel it’s well spent
I love, I live there is no fear

Seeking

Lost, found, lost again
Searching, wondering when

Destiny has its plan for me
I certainly can’t imagine what it will be

Hopeful at times, destitute as well
My path leads nowhere I can tell

Yet to carry on and do what’s required
Makes me less and less, inspired

A journey awaits, that I am certain
And all will see what’s behind the “curtain”

A man that cares, cries and try’s
I don’t want to wait until it’s “goodbyes”

I write

Why, why do I write the things that pass through my head
It’s a need, a passion but often it’s hard
I could be doing a lot of other things instead
Yet, to clear my mind, to feel and understand this world is something I can’t disregard

I write
I write

It’s a way to learn, a way to show
Show empathy, show acknowledgment and a way to grow

Not sure if my words are heard or if they matter
However I will continue because it feeds my soul
I do a lot, I live, I love, there is much on my platter
I write to inspire, to challenge and to console

I write because when I am gone there will only be what’s written

And that’s why I write, to make a difference