Flicked by one frantic finger
The sting still lingers
The tiny fleck of a red mark
Left its’ spark bruised his heart
How easily a child is hurt
And yet only seconds after tears had fell
He was back outside merrily playing with himself
But not actually playing with himself ;)

My face looks young yet
With lines upon skin you can barely see
That deepen and spread as time passes
Yet these roots do not ground me

No, these lines cannot be compared to roots
Nor this skin be likened to the soil of trees
For they are more wire to hold and restrain
The fighting attempts of freedom beneath

Who would have thought
two years made a difference?
Two years is not that long
in the grand scheme of things.
Two years ago, I didn't know
so much that I do today.
Two years ago, I wouldn't have
made some of the choices I did.
Two years ago, I could smile,
a genuine smile, with real emotion.

If I could go back to two years ago,
I would change what I did,
Warn myself that not everyone is good.
I used to believe that everyone was good
even if they were only good in some tiny way.
I know better now some people will never care
how much pain they cause.
Two years ago, I wish I'd known.

He lusts after her, just the luscious woman in flesh and blood,
she yearns for what is burning deep within him, luminant
she saw reflected in his dark eyes, when he peered at her *******,
but didn't sense the horse, overwhelmed by the scent of a mare in heat;
between heaven and earth, they stood divided,oblivious of the fact
that love is a flame that ignites only when they stand heart to heart, together.

Blessings In Disguise...
We all want happiness and dread the thought of rain.
When the sun fails to shine,
we worry and complain.
We forget that God above is infinitely wise,
and sometimes our ails are blessings in disguise.

For if we're always happy filled with sunshine and cheer,
our hearts would hold no mercy for others who shed tears.
So when trouble comes knocking,
remember to stay strong.
Rainbows always follow the storm and dark clouds never stay long.

Daylight took over,
Like the tide of the sea,
When my eyelids have opened,
There is no struggle for me,
My vigilance is a guide to my life,
The door to my life.


The eyes are my guide,
My visual conscience,
When they are concerned,
Upset or happy it’s open for the world to see,
The door to my emotions,
The lock or the key.

As you grow older you start to see,
Not everything is all happy,
A toll of reality,
That the world is not pure,
The door to the soul,
A growing pain we endure.

One day there was nothing left for me to see,
My friend the eye deserted me,
A door opened,
A door to be in another world,
A door to be free.

Happiness On the Way...

Whenever trouble is at its worst,
that's when everything begins to get better.

Whenever a task seems impossible,
that's when it suddenly gets easier.

Whenever pain is unbearable,
that's when the healing begins.

Whenever your luck is down,
that's when fortune turns in your favor.

Whenever the night seems blackest,
that's when a sparkling dawn is about to
set the world aglow.

Whenever you feel weakest,
that's when you become stronger.

Whenever you're in tears,
that's when life will bring you
unexpected joy.

Nothing in life is hopeless.
And the weight of your troubles
is sure to lighten beneath the
happiness that's on the way