Life is about walking,
Not always in a straight line.
But always pushing,
The limits of your time.

Most people run,
From the wolves.
Most people hide,
From the toughs.

However life give us an option,
To take or challenge this alone.
Thanks to other's collaboration,
May we triumph over this cyclone.

No matter the winded paths,
No matter the unforgiving hearts.
May the path give birth,
To those long forgotten laughs.

So let's reach out to those in need,
And warm those hearts of stone.
Whatever this life heeds,
Remember you are never alone.

Banished to an island,
Of desertion and isolation.
Running form the wolves,
Of fear and alienation.

The ghosts still haunt me,
The lions still hunt me.
All in hope that I lose,
Then hell breaks loose.

Broken, hurt
Destroyed.
Hopeless, lost,
Terrified

I'm on my own on this island,
I've got loads of things to fear.
But I will always look to the future,
For the light that shines is always here.

Have you ever had someone wander into your life?
That you never knew you needed
But now they're there it all makes sense

Aye, The path i once took,
From the Earth to the moon.
Is now over,
And no longer in use.

No longer looking for something that’s just out of reach
As far as the moon,
A new path opens
Will I take it?

I ponder,
I think.
In my slumber,
My dream winks

Pulling one way and then another
Back and forth
Which way will I go?
My subconscious trying to make a decision

Left,Right
And Center,
South, North,
No better.

I might try something new
Lead with my heart
Instead of my head
*For once in my life

Each page conveys the sentiment
the words, more meaning still
to pause for just, a moment
listening to, the writer's quill

Inspiration flows,
From my soul to my mind to my eye.
My quill glows,
Connecting the dots, of the paper my ally

It's there for you and me
the comradere of prose
sung, lined, rhymed, or free
and perfectly, composed

My quill sings a story,
My heart translates its feelings.
My paper is never lonely,
For the words fill its openings.

We deal with emotions
the ones, we can't suppress
words, in constant motion
poetically, expressed

The words we can,
We scream, shout or yell.
The words we can't,
We sit quietly and dwell.

The feel of synchronicity
a push, sometimes, a pull
not knowing what will, or may not be
a glass not empty, but yet, not full

Rules are out there for a reason,
Laws are there for a reason.
Obey the law,
But,
BREAK THE RULES!

Everyday is gonna,
Be a good day.
So wake up every morning,
With a smile of your face.
The world is ready,
For you to take.

Fresh in the morning,
The world renews every day.
Washed by the evening,
The Sun Makes Way.