ARE FAIRY TALES ILLUSIONS OR A REFLECTION OF OUR DEEPEST SOUL YEARNING?
HAVE YOU NOTICED HOW A WIZARD IS ALWAYS PRESENT IN EVERY FAIRY TALE; ALWAYS POWERFUL, WISE AND ALMIGHTY?
A CHILD BELIEVES IN FAIRY TALES AND LIVES IN A WORLD OF MAGIC NEVER QUESTIONING ITS REALITY.
SOME OF US HAVE GROWN UP AND SADLY LEFT OUR CHILD BEHIND.
REAWAKENING THE CHILD IN US IS REGAINING THE MAGIC THAT WAS DORMANT INSIDE OF US ALL ALONG.
FAIRY TALES ARE IN TRUTH A BETTER WORLD THAN OUR OWN.
WE CREATE OUR OWN TALE WE ARE OUR OWN HEROE AND THE FAIRY LIVES INSIDE EACH US.

Two separate trains departed
As the same did two friends.
Each going the wrong direction
And the tracks, God knew where would end.
I am not in the slightest ashamed to say
That I was not on a train that day.
Instead that day, I remember well,
With bags in hand, I bid farewell.
I was not amused, no I was not impressed,
The journey beyond that thickened smoke.
I must confess, that what I found best,
Was the road, though longer
Was no kinder stranger
For this drifting bloke.
So I said Goodbye, with no tear to eye
As I went about my way.
Towards my destination there,
Though I can't say where,
Perhaps tomorrow I'll find it some day.

Her eyes were fiery
While her lips peeled away
Her sun was setting
But her colors never fade
When she bites she is bitter
But when she smiles she is sweet
Like a nectarine emblem
She’s the fruit of life’s tree.

There was a wild fire
In a forest glum
The villagers screaming
At the top of their lungs
While the children scattered
And cried for their mums
The wind began howling,
And the wolves had now come

So tell me mighty river,
Why are you flowing away?
Past the gashes on tree trunks
And the blood pouring from the fray
Your purest fresh waters
Are now stained and at bay,
It doesn't mean your white waters
Cannot help them today

There was a sea serpent
In the eye of a storm
Her iris was burning
And she was whirling her form
Her venom was toxic
For all who had torn
Through her layers of skin
That she ever did mourn

So tell me mighty river,
Why are you flowing away?
Past these churning red waters
That our trauma has lain
The fear is engraving
And the worst is to stay
If your ripples of wisdom
Do not flow back this way.

Tip toeing around the sun
Silence so peaceful
Graceful sails into summer

Golden trees with sun-kissed leaves
Wings of midnight cotton
Floating high in cedar hills
Are dreams inside a coffin

****** rose with sappy petals
Warrior wings with fewer scales
Coasting into deeper woodland
Are the graves of the lost and frail

My pen wrote of loss
And with an evasive tongue, it spoke
My quivering lips succumbed to terror
And so on the truth, I choked

Azure sea reflected me
Singing wading tunes
As I dipped the toe of fear
My fear hid in the dunes

Golden rays throw blinding flames
As the setting sun burst color
Broken shells still pierce my heart
As it yearns to rid this dolor

My pen wrote of drowning
And with an evasive tongue, it spoke
My quivering lips succumbed to terror
And so on the truth, I choked

My pen then wrote the face of cowardice
And with a change of tongue, I spoke
My lips would brave the words of reason
And the birds would fly in happy notes.

Serene words
are like good seeds
planted in the mind.
Watered by the smile
that will bloom for miles.