STAND TALL

BUDS OF HOPE
In midst of despair and sorrow
Rise buds of hope for the morrow.
Still standing upright and strong
Against all that can go wrong.
These are extreme times of confusion and change,
Media expanding over a broader range.
We are attacked by...

 

 

In midst of despair and sorrow
Rise buds of hope for the morrow.
Still standing upright and strong
Against all that can go wrong.

These are extreme times of confusion and change,
Media expanding over a broader range.
We are attacked by sounds from each direction,
Leaving no time for thinking and reflection.

These flowers know what’s real,
They go by what they feel.
Away from the hustle and bustle,
They grow wild without any tussle.

A day to clear my cluttered mind is all I need.
To recharge my battery is what I should heed.
I’ll recharge in a quiet place like this.
A zest for life is what I dearly miss.

 

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THIS WALL

THE WALL

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THIS WALL

Words fill the crevices of my mind.

Emotions that are too hard to find.

Love poetry trembles from my lips.

Your passion I can bear in small sips.

Behind closed eyes, I can still see your face.

Hard features I cannot seem to erase.

Filled pages fall from my open fingers.

The unspoken love sonnet still lingers.

Maybe I should burn my wall of pages

To help clear my mind of these wild rages.

DARK SHADOWS OF MY MIND

My Mind

The nightmare of my mind

Crammed with trees and dirt.

A deserted forest of the night,

No visitors or intruders.

Graves mark the spots

Where life once stood.

Now all that is​ left

Are dark shadows.

Shadows drifting across

The empty space of my mind.

A Desert Landscape

Escape your mind
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A Desert Landscape

My mind is a desert landscape,

full of worries and contradictions.

It blasts away any chance of peace,

keeping me awake seeking sleep.

Thoughts are jumbled in the cobwebs,

lining the halls of my utter despair.

Bells ring in these curved walls,

warnings for me to take care.

Once one hole is filled in,

another one soon emerges.

A shovel will not do the job

to keep me safe from my pride.

A better state of mind is needed

to repair the damage already done.

My mind is a desert landscape,

full of worries and contradictions.

A QUIET SPOT

In a quiet spot.
On a soft chair.
In the sun’s spotlight.
I will read a book.
Eyes wide open.
Mind set to explore.
Sunlight streaming in.
I will read a book.
Hands trembling.
Tears falling.
Sun warming my body.
I will read a book.

 

 

 

In a quiet spot.

On a soft chair.

In the sun’s spotlight.

I will read a book.

Eyes wide open.

My mind set to explore.

Sunlight streaming in.

I will read a book.

Hands trembling.

Tears falling.

Sun warming my body.

I will read a book.

 

 

A BOOK IS A TREASURE

 

 

 

A long journey to become an author,
Days of soul searching and hard work.
The words need to be enticing and clear,
A bridge to the reader’s heart.

A movie camera sweeps across scenes,
So does a book’s point of view.
One point of view shows one angle,
While changing points of view reveal more.

To be lost in a book is truly a gift,
An escape from the mundane and boring.
A visit to far away places can be
An adventure to open your mind’s eye.

Once completed, a book is a treasure,
A symbol of the author’s hopes and dreams.
A confectioner’s delight to be tasted and savored,
To be remembered by the many or just a few.

SEE ME

SEE ME
See me.
Rays of light.
Feel me.
Waves of heat.
Touch me.
Enter the void.
Travel with me.
To places unexplored.
Flashes of lights.
Explosions in space.
Welcome to the unknown.
Welcome to my mind.

 

SEE ME

See me.
Rays of light.
Feel me.
Waves of heat.
Touch me.
Enter the void.
Travel with me.
To places unexplored.
Flashes of lights.
Explosions in space.
Welcome to the unknown.
Welcome to my mind.

 

A LITTLE MURDER

The mind can be a strange place.
It can think up dark stories.
With monsters and demons.
A little murder and mayhem.
Skulls and bones for decoration.
Maybe your cup of tea is blood.
Your coffee carries some poison.
Let your mind roam the...

 

 

The mind can be a strange place.

It can think up dark stories.

With monsters and demons.

A little murder and mayhem.

Skulls and bones for decoration.

Maybe your cup of tea is blood.

Your coffee carries some poison.

Let your mind roam the darkness.

And maybe beyond.

 

 

LET THE LIGHT IN

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My mind is foggy today.

I need to clear the cobwebs.

Throw out the excess garbage.

The bad thoughts.

The worries.

All to the wind.

And think of a pretty place.

Where the birds chirp and play.

Where the mountains soar high.

Where windows bring in the light.

I can lift my face to the sun.

To the beauty of life.

To the smell of grass.

To the puffy white clouds.

I’m there right now.

Come and join me.