What drives me on through every day?
An exact reason, it’s hard to say,
I have my children, love so true,
Should I need more, should that not do?

But I have a fire that burns so deep,
Fuelled by tears I cannot weep,
My darkest thoughts I keep inside,
Where pain exists and cannot hide.

This burning flame its pain grows worse,
And this is when I write my verse,
Shy, secret, insecure,
You doubt that’s me, but me, I’m sure.

Confident, cocky, arrogant, fool,
A man who always keeps his cool,
A clown who laughs when life it frowns,
Alas a front, inside hope drowns.

A secret soul, with few I share,
Gratitude eternally, for the few that care,
I listen daily to other’s strife,
But few are there to guide my life.

A helping hand, a listening ear,
But few are there for me I fear,
My secrets hid behind secret walls,
For when I share, my world it falls.

Each time I build them even higher,
But of this task, inside I tire,
I’m always one on who you depend,
I’m always there a loyal friend.

But now I need this help for me,
I need the world to stop and see,
I can’t be the one that’s always strong,
As hard as it seems, my world’s gone wrong.

I rarely moan, hardly complain,
But where’s my help to heal my pain?
How do I stop things getting worse?
Simple, I put them in my verse.

An honest poem, with simple truth,
To ease my pain, I think of youth,
The smiles upon my children's faces,
With this thought, my pain erases.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

If is a wish, if is a dream,
If is a hope when things aren’t as they seem,
If is a yearning when life throws its worst,
If is escape for days that seem cursed.

If is release, if is desire,
If is the fuel feeding loves fire,
If is the longing for those that are lonely,
If is the wanting, the words are “If only”

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

I write with a reason, I write with a rhyme,
I write when I'm bored, just killing the time,
I write with emotion, I write when I'm blue,
I write them for me, but I share them with you,
You may think them good, you may think them bad,
They may even be, just some passing fad,
But I write with a reason and I write with a rhyme,
And I write them for me, is that such a crime?

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

I long to sail the seven seas,
Or glide upon the ocean breeze,
To venture off to distant stars,
Or stroll upon the planet Mars.

I long to feel the volcanoes rumble,
See Angel Falls as her waters tumble,
To visit the seven ancient wonders,
Or listen to violent tropical thunders.

I long to dive with a Great White Shark,
And see the Aurora light the dark,
To fuel the wonder in my children’s eyes,
And play my part in making them wise.

I long to leave a world that lives,
To admire the wonders that she gives,
Travelling Canada from coast to coast,
An Everest sunset I’d like the most.

Nature’s wonders I long to see,
As material things mean nought to me,
To see myself such things of awe,
Admiring Earth, magnificent, raw.

To know that these are things I’ve seen,
And not just witnessed via TV screen,
To know I’ve played a part that mattered,
In conserving our planet, now bruised and battered.

I long to gaze at the simplest of things,
To enjoy the gladness that it brings,
Sharing with those I love so dear,
And looking back fondly, year after year.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

They claim that it is better to have loved and lost,
But is that true? And at what cost?
Letting someone in to break your heart,
Or let it ache when you’re apart.

Our children receive our undying love,
The greatest of gifts from the heavens above,
But sharing the same for the partner we choose?
Actions dictate if we love or we lose.

Love is wonderful, love is grand,
Couples walking hand in hand,
But love is evil, love brings hate,
Love is impatient, it will not wait.

“I love you” is such a special phrase,
But Valentine’s is just a commercial craze,
I like you, almost says “hey, you’re ok!”
But it’s a more realistic thing to say.

Some people wear their hearts on sleeve,
But hearts like these can frequently grieve,
A heart like this could be my own,
Maybe it’s fated to be alone?

A wry old cynic, it could be said,
But merely penning what’s in my head,
People they long for the thrill of romance,
But often it’s just a merry dance.

I’d rather say what’s on my mind,
Warm, sincere, thoughtful kind,
By saying something I hold true,
And stating now, that “I like you!”

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

I hide my darkest secrets,
I hide my darkest fears,
I hide behind my barriers,
I hide my silent tears,
I hide my own self loathing,
I hide it deep inside,
I hide it from my closest friends,
And from the world outside,
I hide behind a happy face,
I hide behind a smile,
I hide because it’s easier,
I’ve hid it quite a while,
I’ve hid so long it’s now my norm,
I’ve hid the times I’ve cried,
The reason why I hide so much?
Because I’m weak inside.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

Happiness is a smiling face,
The tender feel of a loving embrace,
Happiness is a cheeky kiss,
Finding that person to fill the abyss.

Happiness is the love of a child,
Soothing your soul, whenever you’re riled,
Happiness is a person to love,
Whose hand fits yours just as a glove.

Happiness is an enchanting smile,
Or stunning eyes that simply beguile,
Happiness is simply me and you,
Feeling content, no longer blue.

Happiness is a simple walk,
Hand in hand, and easy talk,
Happiness is just the two of us,
A person over who, we both can fuss.

Happiness is a person, who knows what you mean,
By a wink or a nod that nobody has seen,
Happiness is simple, and certainly great,
So grab some yourself, before it’s too late.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation