I have music in my head
A beat of a particular sound
Is it my blood rushing through my veins
Strumming my chords or have I found
some other percussion in me instead.
Whether I trail downstream to the pool
or to the purple prickly moors
My music goes with me
Beside me and behind closed doors.
It sings to me heart, a rhythm downloading
my thoughts to the breeze.  Wafting to the wind
blasting in the lanes as I go off roading
in my little jeep with rickety floors.
Bumping and grinding it does
behind closed doors.

the story started with hairline cracks.
cracks that were so fine, thin and insignificant.
let us not sidetrack,
and go straight to how it all happened.

somehow the pressure got to us all
widening the tiny fissures in the wall
slowly the walls started crumbling
and the decorations started tumbling.

the pieces of the walls started to fall off
and each piece that almost hits me
i dodge, dust myself off and cough
it never did hit me that this really could be.

eventually i became enlightened
and my perspective was brightened
suddenly the rug fell through the floor
and i am out the door

plunged into darkness, i ask
since when had the fault lines widened to swallow me up?
into an endless abyss of darkness
unlike that of dusk

under the frigid sky i
slow& wonder; somehow
gather hope. pass under
bridges. feel the same, et
cetera- the same, always.(
sometimes, there's no storm.
or, at least, as far as an eye can see.
)sometimes, we get hollow. if i
am, i am
happy& hollow, with you,
though.
                   know this, always.

green and gold were the days i
spent learning the architecture
of your smile. the hues still colour
these afternoons in abstract: small
patterns in the woodwork. an
accumulated sunbeam, late
morning.

continue, sing songs. breathe
most of the time.
someone once
wrote:
               "life is but a joke if
you make it through laughing"

Today will soon be history
But what an opportunity
For us to shape our destiny!
It would not seem to make much sense
For us to waste this our one chance
To really make a difference!
Our yesterdays we must forget
Today is the one chance we get
for tomorrows without regret.
We should all embrace each new day
Tomorrow be able to say
We made the most of yesterday.

Life is just a series of events,
isn't it?
We have plans for our future that we're trying to carry out.
What about living in the moment?
Sometimes, I feel like I'm living the dream.
Whose dream?
Other times I feel like I'm not even alive.
I'm looking at my life from afar.
How is that human?
We want our lives to be as easy as possible.
But what if we need the hard times to make us who we are?
We try to have as many "friends" as possible.
Why?
Wouldn't it be better to have a couple friends that you could talk to about anything; than 1,000 "friends" that don't even know you?
Ask yourself,
                                          Who are YOU?

And I woke up from a whimsical slumber
just as when my cloudless eyes
have seen the first leaf of Spring
So delicate it was...

Like a tulip starting to bloom;
A promise made to someone special;
A spell hidden in a magic trick
And a mended heart after the torment...

Flashbacks started to be unveiled
laughter...
happiness...
endless fights...
tears...
late night thoughts...
countless dramas...

then love fades...

Oh! The sprinkles of the past
Where emptiness creeps
Where walls of regrets visit
But the morning light explodes still

Everything is delicate indeed
Like the leaf that soon will break off in time
Secrets hidden in a jar of fear
Wound that heals after a decade
And pain that remains for quite sometime

Gayle Foreman's right
Anything can happen in just one day...