Waiting for your life to begin

Waiting for your team to win


Waiting for the bus to arrive

Waiting for your kid to strive


Waiting for the rain to pass

Waiting for the bell after class


Waiting for the job of your dream

Waiting for things to become what they seem


Waiting for inspiration to come

Waiting to become rich and then some


Waiting for a person to change

Waiting for motion to become a range


Waiting for a bad mood to disappear

Waiting for your head to clear


Waiting for your boss to see your worth

Waiting for heaven on earth


Waiting for what is your due

Waiting for a cue


Waiting for someone to understand

Waiting for your enemies to be banned


Waiting for the world to get better

Waiting for that liberating letter


Waiting for something that will never come

Waiting for things to become undone


Waiting for wisdom to teach you

that waiting is just loosing time to get through

Laugh, and your day will be brighter,
laugh, and your burden will be lighter.

Laugh, and make it contagious,
laugh, and become courageous.

Laugh, and the pain becomes bearable,
laugh, and anything is wearable.

Laugh, deep down from your belly,
laugh, till your legs turn to jelly.

Laugh, and tell something funny,
laugh, and don't worry about money.

Laugh, and create joy around you,
laugh, and touch if only a few.

Laugh, and create an instant bond,
laugh, and even pygmies will respond.

Laugh, and if you don't remember how,
let me know and I will teach you now.

Laugh, and if you need some inspiration,
laugh, and try anti-frustration.

When you plant a seed

you do not know where it might lead.

Will it become a pretty bead?

Or will it grow into wild ****?


When you plant a seed

you do not know what it might need.

Will it know how to proceed?

Or will it grow up to exceed?


When you plant a seed

you will have to concede

that it will get its own feed

that it will grow at its own speed

Morning run
sweating, alert body
looking at an empty day ahead

Shower
Water trickling, cleansing
quietness taking over

Happily floating
mind wandering
watching the rain outside

Feeling happiness
taking over
floating through my body

Reading, writing
empty mind
feeling at ease, floating

It takes courage
to be yourself
to be different

in the face of
Intolerance
and despite
Prejudice

It takes courage
to drop your defenses
to take off your mask

held back by
Fright
or led by
Compliance

It takes courage
to open up
to let someone in

afraid to get
Hurt
or retained by
Pride

Be brave
a little
every day
Have the courage to
Be you!

From his birth they knew something was off,
the doctor said so with an irritating cough.

He was slower than other kids his age,
he could so easily work himself into a rage.

His mother told him she loved him every day,
trying to keep others' harsh comments at bay.

When he grew up kids would make fun of him,
saying 'you're weird' and pushing him at the gym.

He talked slowly and walked in a funny way,
hence becoming everyone's easy prey.

They sent him away to live in a special place,
where he was allowed to move at his own pace.

There were other kids who thought he was funny,
making the new place suddenly seem sunny.

'Am I weird?' he asked his teacher after a while,
'Weird and wonderfully beautiful.' she said with a smile.

Inside

things I don't want to see

things I dont' want to show


Inside

a mirror showing the real me

a mirror not making me glow


Inside

the enemy speaks to me

the enemy hinders me to grow


Inside

a battle between the enemy and me

a battle I'm not always willing to owe


Inside

the worst and the best of me

the worst I would like to stow


Inside

the real me should be set free

the real me should be able to flow


Inside

it seems logical to always be me

it seems not always easy though

Endless space and time
all trees are there to climb

Unconditional love and trust
every no feels so unjust

Outdoors and in the woods
weekends full of baked goods

Summer holidays last forever
oh we think we are so clever

Sleeping on the floor in grandma's house
talking even though the lights are doused

Spending entire days in the local pool
and it is fun to learn things in school

Campfires and sausages on a stick
television and soup when we're sick

Discovering the magic of reading a book
the need to create a personal nook

Stories at bedtime and playing with dad
everything is just fun to be had

Without notice innocence is replaced by knowledge
the power of time and change we have to acknowledge

Oh the wise who know how to remain
that child that lived life without a strain

Happiness is a concept so elusive
that many a search for it is inconclusive.

Happy moments can show their faces
in a subtle instant, in many places.

Those who recognize the fleeting seconds
notice they happen more often than one reckons.

Those who are able to add them all up
little by little fill their happiness cup.

Ending the day with a list of gratitude
will slowly but surely change your attitude.

I hold my breath
at our boys at play
not noticing
that I am watching

I hold my breath
looking into your eyes
washed over
by all this love

I hold my breath
following a bird's flight
rising high above
becoming a dot

I hold my breath
smelling freshly cut grass
remembering
childhood dreams

I hold my breath
at the blowing wind
playing with leaves
on our trees

I hold my breath
to achieve a stillness
to center myself
on importance

I hold my breath
just to calm down
my running
through life

I hold my breath
almost every day
just to savour
my happiness

The one who grieves
the fallen leaves
weary eyed, closing eaves
they are taken by thieves

The one who believes
the fallen leaves
are a past he never retrieves
interfering with the life he weaves

The one who perceives
the fallen leaves
as parts of him plucked off his sleeves
an unfolding he peeves

The one who achieves
to see fallen leaves
as past gifts one receives
for the growth that relieves

How dark it gets in the woods on the shadow side of the hill
A fresh breeze of air and how it makes your skin feel

The leaves next to you are moving but you don’t feel the wind through the heat
The earthen smell of summer ending makes your heart skip a beat

A clear blue sky and a playful wind tousles the cornfield
Look at those trees and all the fruit they yield!

The sunshine through the leaves draws a kaleidoscope of color
It makes the forest look so much taller

The pretty spectacle makes you want to say thank you
You feel like hugging a tree and then you just do

SEE
Through the slits of my eyes
I see diffraction
fringes of light and dark
flood in as distraction

TOUCH
Muscles in my body
thicken into contraction
when you touch my skin
immediate distraction

HEAR
Trying to concentrate
my ears pick up a fraction
of conversations around
a welcome distraction

TASTE
Someone is talking to me
I'm in a state of inaction
chocolate in my mouth
melts into distraction

SMELL
Thinking of tomorrow
something triggers reaction
the smell of cut grass
grows into distraction

Is it the time of year?
Or why is death so near?

Leaves are falling,
the earth is calling.

The sun is not bright anymore,
rain and fog have the winning score.

The trees look faint,
there is no color to paint.

Those who are sick get weak,
prognosis seems bleak.

Leaves fall and return in spring,
people go and just leave an empty swing.

It balances with each souvenir,
of the person we have held so dear.

A moment spent happy with laughter,
never to be forgotten thereafter.

Trees of gold
autumn still hold
winter about to unfold

Leaves of gold
still taking hold
shining brightly bold

Sunlight of gold
chasing the mold
warmth to uphold

Rays of gold
expel the cold
autumn to be cajoled

There she sat, on the slide
looking for a place to hide

an adult among children at play
yet a child around grownups she'd stay.

She felt very often sad
and most of the time just mad

at the world and everyone
she couldn't remember when happiness had gone.

She wanted to do so much
conquer the world and such

her diary full of imagination
searching for some sort of salvation.

Confused and scared around boys
they were mainly just a lot of noise

a refuge in books she would find
allowing her to leave the world behind.

There she sat on the slide
Remembering the tears she'd cried

when she was just a young girl
trying hard to find her whirl

Sail the seas of life
get lost
be found

Fight everyday battles
win some
loose many

Discover life's mysteries
receive criticism
be rewarded

See the beauty of it all
a funny cloud
a falling leaf

Look for guidance
find my way
do it right

Realise that someone's help
can be asked for
feels good

Notice that someone's advice
can be wrong
can be right

Come to the conclusion
that the only guide
is me
learning lessons
my way

She says: the rain is beautiful

He thinks: I hate getting wet


She says: let's go for hot chocolate

He thinks: I just want to go home


She says: we should go hiking tomorrow

He thinks: I loathe crawling through the woods


She says: I love you

He thinks: she is beautiful


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He says: yes it has its charm

She thinks: he is romantic


He says: that will warm us up

She thinks: he does everything I want


He says: anything you'd like my dear

She thinks: I'm so lucky we like the same things


He says: I love you too

She thinks: he is ugly

Lying on the couch
in a silent, darkened living room
my body fights the flu

Trying to sleep
dozing off into a subconscious state
my mind seeking rest

Brain switched off
children taken care of by the grandparents
the house is silent

But I hear something
birds singing joyfully outside
I imagine the sun

A car passes on the road
a string of sound from left to right
I cannot see, but it is there

The computer buzzes
the wind brushes through the hedge
the wooden roof aches

It is amazing
the sounds you hear when you close your eyes
and start really listening

I am working on a dream:
it is sensible,
not ostensible.

I am working on a dream:
which makes sense
to make compensable.

I am working on a dream:
it is significant,
not dispensable.

I am working on a dream:
it is perceptible,
but hard to reach.

I am working on a dream.
I am sensible:
satisfied with thinking.

I am working on dream:
which I have to wake up from
in order to be insane enough
to make it come true.