When paging through lifes journey.
What do we see.
Ticks or crosses.
Let's begin the count, one two, three.
For every cross we see.
It was just another blank.
Of goals we did not reach.
Or missions we did not fulfill.
So today a day as such as this.
Let's counteract, the blanks.
Filling every page, with visions, dreams and heartfelt cries.
As they come, to life on the pages.

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believe me
i know my tears—
too wet,
 too sudden

my eyes a washing line
of memories, regrets
hung me up
  to dry

searching for a loan
of love like a borrowed
heart pinned to a shirt

to find the wear and tear
of time; every memory
is washed,
 wrung out in silence
until it dripped from my eyes—

finally, oh finally,
  this man has found
the time to cry.

sometimes you find yourself
-deep in the midst of battle

how that came about
-and why

all for the sake of universal
- truth's of love

to find unending love
first believe that it is there for the finding
-after that
its all icecream in the most amazing and unusual flavours

There was a clear sky
but then you arrived
a thunderstorm
that rained over me.

I'm all soaked
it's like a summer rain
that you can't help
but fall with.

I learned from the water,
You need to rock the boat,
To survive.

In order to keep in balance,
You must move against the waves,
To keep from going down.

When you reach the island shore,
Lay on the sand,
Staring at the blue backed sea,

Knowing you made it through.