Home

"Don't worry, my love!", she whispered,
As he sat by her in the dim lit room,
"My journey's begun to my place before,
It's where all happiness does mushroom"

"It's not far, and the way is clear,
The silver sky's bright all through;
I can see those hills from here
And I do feel the cool breeze too."

"There I see those meadows white,
And dancing rows of lilies blue,
Gently caressed by air's delight
And kissed just so by the crystal dew."

"What lies beyond I know is my Home,
With walls of marble and golden hue.
Back in the garden there's a silver dome,
That is where I'll wait for you."

Gambler

He'd sit alone by the steps of the temple
As the day walks in gently from the East.
He'd spread that rag with arms that tremble
He's all that he has that can himself assist.

He'd settle in so and slowly prepare
For another day of seeking dependence
To again be that object of all stare
And in turn earn a few more pence.

He'd seen much better days in the past
Days when the Present was per his wishes,
And happiness was next to luck in the cast
On life's theatrical stage full of flushes.

He'd been part of that world resplendent
Enjoying the art of being carefree
Thought his coffers one could never indent
And hunger then was his least worry.

As time flew by on those lazy, lazy  days
The thought struck him to make easy money
To mock at, to ridicule the tested ways
That said hard work is life's best journey.

So, long before knowing what was amiss,
He gambled all the way down to a dime.
Then left with none, and no ingress,
He turned a nomad, wandering with time.

He never spent effort to learn his word
And now he found himself bereft of skill.
Now left to his own, he took to the road
Seeking petty alms and a little goodwill.

Faith

That by which a buzzing bee, with aplomb
Leaves early from its honey comb,
To find that one sweet nectar drop
As can fill its hive to the top.

That on which the arduous ant relies
As it scouts around with its allies,
To find a morsel or that one grain -
All it can get ere the big rain.

That by which each soul returns to its nest
As the day sets into the hazy west,
To rest and rise up bright to another day
As more alearned one than it was today.

That faith in myself that I can so strive,
That faith in others that we'd together survive,
That faith in fate that I'd once again rise,
Faith is all I ask for, Bless me be wise!

Enemy within

You shroud my thoughts in such darkness
And fill that void with such emptiness,
I lose my way wandering in this nothingness.
My Enemy within - you Lethargy, o you Unwillingness,
Leave me alone, Let me my thoughts harness.

Delayed

My D is delayed. Swamped at the moment :(

Childhood

To crawl out from bed in my dad's cosy arms
And be brushed and rushed to school each day
To brawl with my siblings, and play in the barn
And go riding my trike every Sunday.

To snuggle up each night next to my Mom,
As she reads me tales of fairies beyond
To feel her cuddle me, keep me warm
And hear her lullabies, her love abound.



To know what's so special about being a teen
To know about years eleven to thirteen
To feel that crush my sis talks about
To be able to take a friend out.

To eagerly wait for that day with my Dad
When we'd go to have fun fishing together,
To beat him at tennis as a grown up lad
And cheer him on when he plays another.

How I wish I were now in my little den
Counting to live up to a Ninety Two
How I wish I could just pretend,
That this dreaded day never happened too.

Belief

I'll hold to my roots like that blade of grass as the winds of despair rush past me
I'll free my mind of "Me, Myself", I'll keep my ego small - as small as it can be.
I'll look boldly in the face of trouble and question its very existence
I'll be strong, I'll sail on, I'll sail on in the waves of turbulence.
I'll extend my thoughts to reach the far horizons, I'll ignite that zeal in me
I believe in my heart, I believe in my soul, I believe, I believe in me.

Agony

"Would I see an Angel?", asks my child as I tuck her in gently tonight.
"Will the bells ring to welcome me?" she wonders,"will there be a Light?"
"Will the Heavens be as receiving, Would it be as good and real?"
"Would this pain end then? Tell me Dad dear, will all then be well?"

Her throat's choked with cancer cells, and her body's in despair,
She's been through so much pain, there's much agony in the air.
It sears my heart - the pain - as I see my little one so weep,
I wish the Lady Night spreads her calm; I wish there's finally some sleep.

I pray I find an answer tonight, and I pray my heart stay whole,
I search for peace in a painful present; I search deep within my soul.
I know no answers to her many questions, I know not Heaven's ways.
I know not whether Angels would come tonight to kiss her pretty face.

So as she lies there in her little bed, draped in sheets milk white,
And the lullabies from her bunny doll try fill the air tonight,
I whisper to her in the dark, "If the Heavens so wish, my daughter dear,
You will see the Angels bathe in Light, and as the bells toll, the pain disappear."