In the moments of absolute happiness
In the curious smiles of children
In the broken paths of the woods
In the steps of our feet
In the questions to our answers
In the abandoned crevices of old buildings
In the rusty cathedral bell towers
In the endless fields of scattered flowers
In the dark corners of our basements
In the print filled pages of our libraries
In the smell of pine needles and cookies during Christmas
In the freedom of music and dance
In the laughter of those who have known pain
In the scent of white birch forests touched by morning dew
In the first twenty seconds of courage
In the forgotten silence of the wind
In the graffiti painted walls by the train stations
In the sounds of flipping pages through the isles of a bookstore
In the multi-cultural inhabitants of the loud cities
In the poverty-stricken cottages of a lonely world
In the eyes of forsaken children without mothers
In the noises of the occupied playgrounds
In the piles of multicolored leaves in October
In behind the fences that we climbed
In the puddles of last evenings rain
In the golden glow of the moons face
In the bitter cold air after a laden snowfall
In the rush of sledding down a huge hill
In the fragrance of fresh watermelon on a summer’s day
In the words and paintings of long dead artists
In the photographs of dusty, old scrapbooks
On the streets where we grew up.
Do you remember…
Do you remember…
February 10, 2013
What is life without adventure?
What is life without passion?
Must we always be so silent,
Following our parents fashion?
Must we not think for ourselves?
And give up all inspiration
Must we accept things as they are?
And be conformed through obligation?
Can we hear and just accept?
Not knowing fully what was spoken
And spend years tied in regret
Before our thoughts are finally broken
Can we not draw from men before us,
The ones who lived, learned, and taught?
We were created for a purpose
Great minds, but maybe we forgot
Wilde said, “Be yourself;
Everyone else is taken,”
But people often hold you back
Disrupt the story you were making,
This dread poured out on paper
With frustration in your hand
Waiting for a chance to begin livin’
Not being pulled at every (wild) end,
A time enveloped with inspiration
Breathe and let your mind just soar,
Write and dream of freedom coming
Adventure will arrive once more!
October 16, 2012
I want to see life
In it’s simplest occasion
I long to discover
Purpose without persuasion
I want to return
To the mind of the child
I long to let go
Run free and wild
I want to forget
All these things I have known
I long to erase memories
As to the past I return
I want to learn
Without judgement, not in vain
I long to inhale fully
To seek adventure, forget pain
I want to change
From the inside out
I long to find
The things I can live without
I want to read
With imagination in mind
I long to experience
Love beyond kind
I want to be patient
I am willing to wait
I long to have courage
To grant life a new fate.
November 25, 2012
Only if he could escape her mind
No longer will she drag the memories behind
Thoughts leave her in a state of unrest
Holding the desire that’s pounding in her chest.
He planted a seed inside her head
The flower is growing, it’s not yet dead,
Approaching the skies and reaching for you
Something so beautiful, noble, and true.
The rule still stands, one must be devoted
She withered inside as about him she doted
Cupid shot without an aim
One heart gone and one in flame.
Remembering the moments they had once made
She stood tall, confident, and unafraid
Like a flower beginning to bloom
Just as the moment that ended too soon.
Desire dried up the flower to death
Leaving her with just one single breath.
Now too timid and ever so weak
Forever is lost, she’s unable to speak
Goodbye to a journey they will never know
Their Love is a flower that never shall grow.
September 13, 2011
When the world turns oh, so bitter
And tears start pouring down like rain
I hope to find i’m not a quitter
By the words that will remain.
Hundreds of years, a thousand faces
Stories of passion, dreams, and time
From all around in different places
Beauty reveled in every line.
Alive he wrote the books we save
Now to the memories we’re bound
How still he lies within his grave
Speaking words without a single sound.
Yet, life he loved at its best
And closed the darkest door
Forgiving days of old past
Into the words of poetry he’d pour.
Love was a topic much admired
He brought a piece of it to earth
The only wish he had desired
Fragmented by the sin at birth.
I whisper words with admiration
In the filled pages of his book
Such pure and honest inspiration
Gives my life a brand new look.
July 24, 2011
(Inspired by poet Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin)
You are no longer here
Left with an empty hand,
It’s your voice I long to hear
I’ve lost more than just a friend
Timing never caught us worse;
For five years you let me stay
You headed for a different course
Now our paths are far away
Snowy days of our Decembers
Spent in places even colder:
The ones I thought you may remember,
Before we grew a moment older
And may it all be gone
I do not doubt the cost
You were once someone,
Someone I loved the most.
April 25, 2011
They say, “It’s not about where you’re going but it’s who you’re with.”
But this was just a song in times we’ve spent in grief
And miles away I wondered, wondered where you’ll be
Into a stream of thought bounded by memory
I have known your name; I haven’t seen your face
The room between my fingers was your empty space
I’m chasing just a memory of ten years ago
I guess some things have changed but I may never know
I hear it took some courage the way our timing flew
They said that in the end, one may not feel so blue
Where did directions change? The compass was now lost
Can’t find my way back home, it’s you I miss the most!
Our lives were full of chances that were never taken
Many mistakes were made but some were not forsaken
I wanted you to be there, I wanted you to see
The things that never came to pass – our future memory
They say, “What doesn’t kill you, only makes you stronger”
I only wish you stuck around for just a moment longer.
April 4, 2011