Tackle the power
with a golden flower.
Just to be sure of what you did
Never let anything in the world be hid
Go out there and be yourself
Never on the past should you delve
Heave a sigh of relief
Never loose faith in your belief
Be the person you always wanted to be
Accept the world as you shall see
Turn the page, start the next chapter
Keep moving on, never falter.

Days turned months, and months to years,
The child now a youth smiled no more.
She alone could see her tears,
As she kept on singing, like an age old chore.
She longed to see the endless sands,
She longed to see the mountains high.
She wished to visit foreign lands,
And soar above all, through the boundless sky.

Sometimes a dark alleyway
is not just a passing passage.
Like a long haul shadow
it stays on down the moon.

you were the treasure
   at the end of the rainbow.
      The rainbow dispelling hope after the storm.
            The storm that quenched the drought.
               the drought that birthed the thirst.
                  The thirst that craved a companion.
                     The companion who led the way.
                        The way that never was.

Pay for Light
Money for friendship.

Gold for survival.

Once you run out of such funds for “Livelihood”

You go bankrupt owing those who “are paid to care”

Your life as collateral.

You are disciplined to treat such people kinder than yourself.

All your career, future hopes, and dreams are “poppycock.”

“Just Deal with it or find someone else who will deal with you.”

Traveling to only where they wish to go

They hold deaf ears to places you hold dear to visit.

To ask for help is deemed as “selfish”

as you are a burden to them.

Even though they offer.

Down on your luck with credit and avenues of other to plot a course down..

Your life is lived as a hostage and as their pet.

Sleeping in small spaces upon a space on the floor.

Tears fall.

As it is hard to sleep.

Not knowing if a future is a right for you to keep.

Every day that shines
down the sun
I wonder what has it to hide.
In the end, it only dips
down into the deep night.

I've been looking around
counting day after day.
Now years went by
countless things I see
pretty much all things.
But what’s in the hide?

Tell me where?
If you know the way.
I am been skipped
I see me not
looking with my eyes!

Far in the depths of a barren land
There lived a child with the gift of song.
She would sing through the day with hand in hand,
Waiting for someone to come along.
Some lost soul in search of hope,
Some wanderer from ages past,
There to aid the young kid cope
With the lonesome thoughts of the badland vast.