When life throws its everything at you
Crushing your plans, throwing its weight
Cling on to something, there is still love
The door has not closed, it's never too late.

When you think you've been left on life's shelf
Where you think life has passed on by
Cling on to the never ending dream
There is still an extra arrow from cupid to fly.

There are more fish in the sea than you think
It is still worth the extra effort to throw the bait
So cast extra line, don't throw away the key
the door is still open for love, it is never too late.

The diabetes has defeated me
And I am one leg down
Cut off like prime beef
But it was as diseased as me
One eye fades
Milky white clouds
Make their way
Half of my poor sight
Has already said goodnight
Then a mild stroke
My face doesn’t work
As well as it did before
Then a heart attack
Loved ones come and go
They may not know
I will be gone soon
But they tell me they love me
And I say thank you

I'm sure we had names.
                              What was my name?


I'm sure we had homes.
                  But for us where was home?


The memories we had once hidden in our minds.
                   They've faded now in a slow torturous good bye


You'd think someone would remember
                    But we're hidden on a shelf



Our eyes are blank and souls are torn
           All hope once cherished has died



We're the kids that time forgot
            And no one even said goodbye

I can't
I just can't
Moving on is just something
I can't do

Every memory haunts me
I replay it in detail
Would have
Could have
Should have

*Didn't

Keep it under control
Tears in
Smile bright
Laugh loud
Shadows hidden

Keep it under control
You must be perfect
Do not slip up
Study hard
Help others
Never make a mistake

Keep it under control
Never let them see
Your pain
Your imperfections
Your exhaustion
The real you

"Let your smile change the world,
Not the world change your smile"

~anonymous

Her words are better spoken
Or see sad spell of desire broken
Reading them does no justice
But feeling them in hearing when
The speaker seeks to fill the air
With all the meaning they can muster
Vibrates me
Shaking loose the inner me to see
Dead emotions retrieved
Sadness reprieved and then restored
As I long for what was lost
As I weep for all who do not speak
With such grand poetic designs
The speaker owns my mind
For mere minutes in eternity
Not my enmity nor my solemnity
But the better passions of me
Desires not the speakers physical form
But the bounty that her spoken words explore

I was once free,
Free to do what appealed me,
Flying from east to west,
And north to south.

I flew to lowlands and highlands,
In search of food,
To feed me and my kids.
To take a break away from my nest.

Then one day a huntsman caught me.
He locked me up in a cage,
It was so small that I'd suffocate.
I couldn't spread my wings.

I was taken to a house,
It was full of cockroach and mouse,
The huntsman fed me bird seeds.
They smelt of raw meat.

Hesitantly I ate what he gave,
I did what he wanted.
Because my life was on stake.
Thanks to my idiocy.

I wished I never flown to this jungle,
Where this cruel man resided.
In this dark and haunted nest
If this is what it's called.

He cut off my wings,
My beautiful blue wings !
He sells them to people.
Such an evil man.

If only I was a human,
I'd take my revenge.
But right now all I have to do is relax,
And hope that I live my life either his way or my way.

I have but one vice
On days such as this
To live everything twice
In indulgent ‘what ifs'