I dusted off your picture,
A task I had denied,
But it became embarrassing,
I could no longer hide,
I held it much too long,
My hand caressed the frame,
So long since I had held you,
Nothing is the same,
I stared for much too long,
Such common sense I lack,
Into your eyes I lingered,
Though you cannot look back,
Fighting back the tears,
I returned it to the stand,
Seeking more diversion,
I went to wash my hands,
And now,
I do not touch it,
Its cleanliness,
I’ll trust,
I really need to vacuum,
How I hate to dust
©B L Costello 2016

Change can be our faithful friend,
despite the dreams that often end;
And shown the door for our own sake,
while other paths our visions take.

When such illusions hence evolve,
in grandeur of miraculous love;
The universe explodes in space,
with stars that render heaven's grace.

A natural course would be to run,
in varied ways to chase the sun;
Enraptured by the planet's whirl,
we watch the moon as fate unfurls.

These moments hold a secret plan,
which mystics cast upon the land;
And soothes our inner souls to rest,
as we embark on passion's quest.

I get threatened to be killed,
But little do they know I'm already dead from the inside,

They say they'll hurt me,
But little do they know I'm already scarred,

They want to break me apart,
But little do they know I'm already broken,

Melting and haunted from within,
My demons lurk and escape out when I'm alone,

They say they will imprison me,
Little do they know that I'm already chained in despair,

They say they will make me regret,
Little do they know the remorseful memories I have to bear with,

They say they will sadden me,
Little do they know I'm already in a state of abyss and terror.

Hello my sombre little soul,
How do you do?
Let’s go chasing horizons,
Just me and you.

I’m broken yet you say,
my tar filled mess stays sweet
Come, my beautiful, let us run,
To where the clouds and the ocean meet

I don’t know you
So please can you stay
In my pretty little heart of horrors
Give it a heartbeat, as you may

Throw your darts, three in total
Two in the eyes and one for luck
Let me forgive, and then forget
His truths and lies, a penny for a buck.

Let us find a diamond dream
Come sailor, just you and me

Upon my suffering, you may lay
I don’t know you
So please, can you stay?

Lofty goals are good, I think,
For success.
But not so good, I think,
For happiness.

Because we have this idea
That if we reach,
Eventually we'll find
Where the grass is green.

But I've been reaching
For a long, long time.
And my goals have been set
Absurdly high.

And once I get there,
Which seems less than 4 years away,
I'll just stretch out my hands
To begin reaching again.

If my goals were about
Having something to feel,
Maybe one day
I wouldn't be reaching still.

I'd be holding.
I'd be keeping.

We don't need to set shorter goals.
We need to set different ones.

Ones that make us smile
Instead of yearn.
Ones that are more about learning
Than what we need to learn.

Change will come,
And we shouldn't forget our dreams,
But as life moves on,
We should remember what it means.

We need to do less of
Shooting for the stars,
And start feeling the beauty
Of standing where we are.