Do I write because I've things to say,
or things I don't want to do?
Is sitting here typing away,
a decoy for the blues?

I know there's things long overdue,
but there's nothing that cannot wait.
Could it be though that my poetry,
is just a way to procrastinate?

I have stuff to put away and sort,
and things to be thrown out.
But I'd really rather sit and write,
of that there is no doubt.

Perhaps I should accept the fact,
and get somebody in,
who's not attached to all my crap,
who can throw it in the bin.

And then I will be free to write,
my conscience will be clear.
If only I could find my pad,
I'm sure I left it here...
somewhere...

One day I awoke, strangely to find
the person I used to be gone, left behind

Somewhere, somehow, I became someone new
Who was much less like me, and a lot more like you

The changes were subtle, I did not even know
Until people asked me, just where did "you" go?

It appears I gave up being me just to please
the person I once proposed to from my knees

But the strangest thing is, I did not even see
the way you genetically, modified me

I looked like the me, that everyone knew
but instead of myself, to you I was true

And now that I see it, and begin to turn back
you're angry and bitter and start to attack

You think that there's someone else I now see
But don't see how that someone else can be me

I don't like the person, with you I became
It's not all your fault though, I'm partly to blame.

And just as I let you make me not the same
it is I that must choose my old self to reclaim

So from now on my dear our ways we must part
There's no place anymore for you in my heart

I'll put myself first, be alone for a while
Until I can look in the mirror and smile

And see there once more who I used to be
the reclaimed original version of me

Sometimes the words come easily
sometimes they make me choke
sometimes they bring back memories
of the lies you spoke

Sometimes the memories make me smile
Sometimes they make me cry
Sometimes they take me back to when
I caught you in that lie

Sometimes I find I exorcise
the demons from within
and other times those once cast out
can find a way back in

So I will just keep writing
and hope to find one day
that all memories of you are gone
and my pain taken away

Nothing in life is constant.
Nothing stays the same.
This moment is as fleeting,
as the falling drops of rain.

And just like every snowflake,
each moment is unique,
and tumbles now into the past,
as do the words I speak.

Try not to capture days gone by,
or live in glories past,
but live always in this moment,
and this moment will always last.

Such as I want,
so it will be,
for the power to change,
comes only from me.

I believe the things,
that I want will come true,
and if it works for me,
then it'll work for you.

But so many people,
give their power away,
to religions or prophets,
or what marketers say.

When the reality is,
all that you need,
is belief that ideas,
can grow like a seed.

And once your idea,
starts to take shape,
the universe moves,
and shifts to create.

And suddenly one day,
its easy to see,
that all that I have,
was created by me.

The people that come into our lives
do so for a reason
It may only be for a day or a month
or may just be for a season

But when two paths cross, no matter how brief
There's a lesson somewhere to be learned
It may be just that we're on the wrong path
and there's a corner that needs to be turned

It may be to teach us that we can still fly
and soar in the heavens above
or it may be a brief and torrid affair
to show us that we can still love

And maybe my words are speaking to you
and I'm part of some message you need
To show you the signs that surround you
so between the lines you can read.

There is no love that hurts so much,
As one that goes unknown,
Despite bereft of nurturing,
Immensely it has grown.

There is no love as hurts so much,
As one that's unreturned,
A passion so intense, confined,
It's owner simply burned.

Sometimes I sit and just reflect,
look back upon my life
And consider all the moments
as they pass before my eyes

People they have come and gone
but some have stuck around
And they're the ones I'll treasure most
'til I am in the ground

Lessons they have taught me
each and every one
And for them I am grateful
I love them every one

I have friends that I remember
and friends I now forget
Experiences both good and bad
but none that I regret

For all the things that I have done
have brought me this place
Where I sit now and look back
at how I ran the race

At times I've looked out on the world
from a less than happy place
I have loved and I have lived
You can see it in my face

So thank you all to everyone
who's path my life has crossed
You became part of my journey
And stopped me getting lost