Greeted by a fiery sunset sky,
mirrored on the blood red sea.
Your lips lit this fire inside.
This desire is burning,
becoming harder to hide.
Emotions pouring like red wine,
aglow in the moonlight.
This dangerous tango.
Consumed by our passion.
Don't ever let go.

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!

As the promise of a new
day awakes me, and the
sounds of a longforgotten
note fills my head,
I remember:

We were strangers, not
knowing what lay ahead.
Our love made us blind.
We had painful memories
and hurting dreams. But
the note in my head fills the
hole in my heart your
passing left.

And I rise with the
promise of a new day.

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 . . .

Soothing smoothness of the lake's surface,
disturbed by one small touch,
sending ripples through the darkness.
Shimmering moonlight, hear my thoughts.

If one small touch of my fingertip
could disturb this vast expanse of water.
How much more a seemingly futile act
would impact on the life of another.

These rolling tides
are going to drown me
in sorrow in pain
in love and lust

Rolling and tumbling
tugging me hugging me
memories made
this hurt, this trust

I roll to your side
turn my back on this longing
no longer a child
naive and lost

You're rolling away
turned your back on forever
rejection bashing
this shove, this ******

No longer rolling
this shell is empty
but whole and ready
blow off the dust

Roll into the sunset
these waves of emotion
will fill me with courage
it will, I must.

Get out of my head
you silly spirit, taunting
and teasing away.  
My thoughts are my own,
don't you dare tell my tongue,
or you'll sure make me blush today.

Feels like someone's knocked
the wind right out of me.
Have this hollow feeling inside.
My heart and soul ripped from my being.
This empty shell wants to hide.
The pain and disillusion
pounding through my spinning head.
The dreams and emotions gone,
the flame inside me, dead.

How do you define life?

Oxygen? Breath? Or does life entail adventure, danger, adrenaline rush? Do you need to cheat death to feel alive? Or do you just pinch yourself from time to time for some reassurance? What does it mean to be alive? Why does it take near-death experiences to make us appreciate the life we have been given?

Wake up, take a breath, say thank you for life. Give thanks for the many gifts and blessings you have been given.

Stop comparing yourself to others. Their goals are not yours. Their lives not yours to live. Turn inward, find life within yourself. You are alive you are the most important aspect of your life. Take care of yourself, then take care of those around you. You are your own best teacher.

Take notes out of others’ experiences, but learn the lesson for yourself. Take risks. If you don’t try you will never know. Look your fear in the eye. Make it your friend, take it by the hand and have some fun together. You’ll both be surprised of what life has to offer.

Laugh. If you can’t find anything to laugh about, laugh at yourself.

You are your own worst critic. Give yourself some slack. Look yourself in the eye and tell that ***** to give it a rest. Then, smile and take each day as it comes. Congratulate yourself on a job well done. As long as you live up to your own standards, it’s good enough. ***** the rest.

Then, breathe .................................

Has it ever occurred to you
That the world doesn’t dance to your tune.
That you are living a dream
Where everyone tells you what you want to hear.
Where you get exactly what you want.
Welcome to reality baby!
Take that smirk off your face,
Cause reality’s gonna hit hard.
You’re gonna fall at it’s feet
And beg it for mercy,
And maybe some day when you have
Been humbled,
When you have learned to be patient,
When you have earned some respect,
MAYBE then you’ll deserve better.
Cause right now you are getting
Exactly what you have coming to you.
**** it up!

This is what I have
prayed for, for so long.
It's here ..............
But the fear
inside me weighs me
down like shackles
around my feet.
I'm afraid to take
the leap.

Wrap your arms around my waist.
Pull me up close,  into you,
so close I can breathe you in,
lose myself in the scent of your skin.

Sway me softly, gently,.
Our bodies moving in rhythm
to the melody of life,  of love.
We're what dreams are made of.

This was never a game
You were never played
It was not some grande facade
to keep me entertained

I was never as true to myself
as the times I spent with you
Yet you were never convinced
that my feelings for you were true

Now I'm done with this
My heart is not a dice
that by will or by a stroke of luck
may choose who's to stay and who to sacrifice

My bleeding heart torn apart
my weary soul gone cold
All that's left are two empty futures
left up to Someone to unfold

Seated at my feet when I wake at 2a.m.
You faithfully keep watch over my soul.
Yet the unspoken words between us
Haunt my thoughts by day.  
There is so much I long to know.

I sense your ever-presence guarding
My every step, my thoughts, my heart.
Tortured by your silence, yet
Comforted by the knowledge that
I'm never alone.

As you stand here alone
The winding road stretched before you
Say goodbye to your cozy home
Start the journey that will define you
Feel the excitement well up inside you
So much to experience, to take in
Come play, come learn,
The entire world as your teacher
Absorb that for which you yearn.

Each destination
Welcomes you with open arms and loving care
Friendships to be created and mended
Take the leap if you dare
The exhilaration that you share
This is your adventure, your journey
Experience the adrenaline rush
The exhaustion, confusion, laughter
The heartbeat of your first crush.

Explore the history
The cultures and languages that surround you
Unveil the lurking mystery
Of myths and country laws that govern you
The boundaries of independence and freedom too
Go ahead, make mistakes
You have to learn from those
Situations that bring you to your knees, to be humble
It directs you to the road you initially chose.

Then a second road appears
You become aware of a shared purpose
The merger of your hopes, your goals, your fears
Another meaning to life, a new compass.
Buy your ticket, enter the circus
Clowns and acrobats
Animals and trainers, the show’s a blast
Learn to juggle, to prioritize
Create memories of your present and past

Stop............ steal a quiet moment
Pull out that old, wrinkled map.
Look back at the road you have traveled
Gather your belongings, pack your bag
Take some time to recover from the jet lag
Close your eyes
No more time to lend
Rest in piece
This journey has finally come to an end.

Silently I sink into loneliness. An
age-old cycle finds its way back
into my life. The thought of
“us” returning to “me” causes tears
to flood my heart. A sinking
feeling jerks me to fall. I pick up
the pieces of “me” lying in a dusty
old cupboard. Slowly I wipe off
years of hurting. I restore my soul.
And I’ve built the puzzle halfway
through. But one piece is missing
YOU!

On page three, I realized why
this book had made itself
at home on my bookshelf.

Unread for such a long time.........
when this passage reminds me:

Forget about the past,
you cannot change it,
Stop worrying about the future,
it is not yet written.

Settle your thoughts in the present...... Live in the moment.

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.

Pause .......... sit down ........... observe:
The rate race - cars and people
zooming past, hurry hurry.
Time is ticking, time is money,
faster, harder, scurry, scurry.

Breathe .......... smile ............ observe:
A futile existence - rushing
up and down, meet deadlines.
Hours running on caffeine
toward success, make headlines!

Lie down ........... eyes closed .......... think:
Who? How? Where? What?
What Time? How many? Three .... two?
How to get there? What to take with?
Stop! ............... Who are you?

Pause .......... sit down ........... observe:
The rat race - cars and people zooming
past, hurry hurry. Time is ticking, time is
money, faster, harder, scurry, scurry.  

Breathe .......... smile ............ observe:
A futile existence - rushing up and down,
meet deadlines. Hours running on caffeine
toward success, make headlines!  

Lie down ........... eyes closed .......... think:
Who? How? Where? What? What Time? How many?
Three .... two? How to get there? What to take with?
Stop! ............... Who are you?

Rolling boulders ripping through the sky.
Beneath, with bated breath I lie.
Mother nature's pregnant swell, showing.  
One final crack of the whip, glowing.
The quenching droplets rapidly flowing.  
Birth of new life long awaited.  
Earth's crippling thirst satiated.

Postponing loving,
always leaving time
for loved ones till
tomorrow, but
Tomorrow never comes.
Procrastinating,
delaying your emotions,
holding back till
tomorrow, but
Tomorrow never comes.
Slowing showing,
sharing your true self
with someone till
tomorrow, but
Tomorrow never comes.

All my life I've felt like an outsider,
never quite fitting in,
when would my life begin?

My soul on an endless journey,
constantly searching,
forever longing.

Till I noticed you
from across the room,
my life finally begun
when I found The One.

My heart found a home in you,
my soul stopped racing, finally at rest.
Now you've turned your back on our love,
my world crashing down since the second you left.

But I'm not moving on now that I've found you.
My soul back to its longing and missing, no longer searching.
just a little lost, just a little broken.
I will wait forever for your arms to re-open.

Drawn in by the mirage
this, that used to be the subtle
divide between need and want.
Need has won the battle,
imprisoned every thought
in this all-consuming tunnel
of desire, eroding my soul.

Secrets unfolding like a
blossoming rose in spring.
The fragility of it
catches your breath.
Too scared to touch
or bruise it,
the fear that you
might lose it,
Crushed
In the grip of death.

As unpersonal rain
floods my whole existence
and my eyes can not hold back:
I dwell upon myself to see
a whole new being in you.
A fatal image of us both
reminds me of a cold winter
and a mirage on a hot summer's day.
Caught in a flash of another
world where we became one.
And the noise is overwhelming.
it tears us apart, we are left
standing . . . .
and we are two vulnerable
people in an unknown world.

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.

Look into my eyes, do you see me?
Do you really see ME?
Do you feel my passion, my fire?
Can you feel it burning inside you?
Do you feel my sorrow? Cry!
Hear me cry out to you.
Do you understand me?
Can you understand where I’m coming from?
Do you see the good in me?
Can you forgive all the wrong?
Look past the confusion
Past the facade, to my inner being.
Strip away this empty encasing.
Capture and love the real person you’re seeing.
Enfold me.
Hold me.
Save me from this cruel reality.
Look beyond this material existence.
In my eyes you’ll find the clarity
You’ve yearned for.

Whoever came up with the line:
"If you love someone, let them go"?
Why should we let go of those we love?

What happened to prince charming,
facing challenges and adversity?
Who is willing to fight for love ........... to fight for me?

When I keep giving away small pieces of my
heart that I know I will never get back?
When I love so easily and that love
is not always bestowed only on you?

When I set myself up for inevitable hurt,
and you are left to pick up the pieces.
How do you keep loving me after all
the anguish and doubt I put you through?

Autumn a-dancing to
          the beat of falling leaves,
                   interrupted by Winter -
                             the air growing colder.

                                                      Au­tumn shook the trees in
                                                              ­ an attempt to keep Winter at bay
                                                             ­            but Winter just shrugged and
                                                             ­                        gave her the cold shoulder.

Frozen in time, our
"together" moments.
Hidden from view
by winter's cold shoulder.

A forever memory
on my lips, on my skin
makes me long for you, as
the days grow ever colder.

Anticipating the warmth
of your breath, of your touch.
Needing your comfort
as ice and frost grow bolder.

Your presence here amiss.
Winter's end, a promise of returning bliss.

Dancing on leaves of flowers.
Swimming down water so clear.
Sleeping in cracks of an oak-tree.
Dreaming of things so dear.

Clutching hands as we jump off a mountain.
Getting lost in a maze of love.
Watch the display as we’re kissing.
Flying high on the wings of a dove.

Hide-and-go seek in the forest.
Whispers of words in secrecy.
This is the world I’ve imagined.
Our world of pure fantasy.

Chasing after blueberry fairies.
Wearing their wings on our backs.
Swooping through thistledown fields.
Making up for the things you lack.

Building sandcastles by the river.
Drinking dew from a redrose leaf.
Cuddling at a warm, cozy fire.
Creating memories in which to believe.

Eating white cream and strawberries.
Laughing at elves in a tree.
This is the world I’ve imagined.
My world of pure fantasy.