My heart, a desolate desert,
starving for the taste of your lips.
Thirsting for the nourishment,
the quench your kisses bring.

You have to live your life with everything you are.
Because you cannot experience life with no emotions.
With all the friends in the the world, you can still be
hopelessly alone. How do they "analyse" other people
when they don't even know themselves? Would you
follow the advice of yet another lost soul?
You use your anti-depressants and "fix-me-up-ers" to
"feel good", to block out your senses, to numb
yourself, for what? To feel more human? You're
no human without your soul. You're merely killing
it. Would you all just stop what you are doing,
and realize your true potential!
Take off the blindfolds and see! Wake up, wake up
from the trance you're in! None of this matters!
We have been conditioned into a mediocre
existence, a materialistic life, a race.

You are so much more than this!

Feel the lush green grass
seperate your toes
cushioning your soles.
The scent of spring blossoming,
wafting around you
the sweet scent of
yellows, purples, oranges and pinks.
Invited by birdsong and butterflies,
get lost in paradise,
warm sun on your face
painting the dawn in hues
of blues and golds.

Tranquility and peace. The absolute essence of
nature captured through a lens. An extension of the
eye, the capture of a moment in time, lost
forever, yet not at all. You not only
catch that moment in an eternal image, but you
somehow capture the emotions, for whenever you
look at that picture, you will remember
exactly what you thought and felt at that
exact moment. It's as if you have etched
yourself in that moment. A true
photographer not only captures a picture
for the world to see, but through his
photographs stir up emotions within the
viewer, making it a timeless and cherished
gift. For a true artist captures not only
an image, but a fraction of history.

You enter the center of my emotions -
the control room of my being.
Deleting the negativity left behind by life,
inserting this contented feeling.

My days of pain and crying are numbered,
as your shifting fingers dart,
closing the spaces left behind by anger
on the keyboard of my heart.

From the prelude it had
my undivided attention.
Cup of coffee in hand
I commenced reading
the tale: "My Life"

The intriguing twists,
the plausable comebacks.
"I" seem to simply bounce back
no matter the size of the
curveball life has in store.

Filled with mystery, drama,
action, comedy and romance,
it's hard for any critic
to categorise, to pinpoint
a suitable genre.

I have barely just begun,
and am truly looking forward
to discovering the
adventures that are
yet to be documented.

And one day, this
manuscript will be published.
Unedited, of course, as
editing will cause it
to lose its impact.

The purpose of this life . . .

How did you manage to open up my closed-up heart? Did you not notice the big bold red "SOLD" sign bolstered to the door?

Or did you perhaps slip in through one of the windows?

And why did you simply ignore the contents thereof? Did fate lead you to the empty little room at the back? Away from the clutter and noise that my life has stored?

That is my favourite room, you know. My little "getaway". Little did I know that on that day "getting away" meant running straight into your arms.

I resisted at first, of course . . The familiarity of the room was replaced by your presence. . . by the unexpected familiarity of you . . .

And day by day I would return to that haven, and still, you were there, waiting.. until you became such a part of my daily routine that I stopped resisting and started looking forward to my stolen moments of "solitude".

I can hardly remember the days without you in it . . and that room would seem awfully empty and lonely without you.

Please stay!