You had a mystery about you
And I saw it in your eyes
From the moment that I met you
You caught the crowd by surprise.
Maybe those eyes covered in sadness
And for that heart there was a plan
Someday, someone would catch your madness
And let yourself live free again.
Perhaps there was another passion
That was yet to be revealed
A hopeful voice, in usual fashion
Whispering “please just be still,
Stop running, searching, contemplating,
Breathe, and let you mind just soar,”
Because there was a human waiting,
One that you had not met before.
For a moment you remembered
How it was to really feel,
A child dancing in September
To cry, to know that it was real,
To imagine, to let go,
To live a life that’s being lived
You are not the thoughts you know
You are more than You’ve believed!
And one day you’ll see it too
How you light up every room
And those tears that you once knew
Won’t be coming back so soon.
August 24, 2017
The crowd stopped roaring, all silent and still
Our season has ended, I thought it’s not real
Hard to believe, sad but true
All of these moments I’m presenting to you.
With sweaty t-shirts and achy bones
We marched forward to take our thrones
We fought hard and fast we skated
Last game on our hands, score overrated
Carving the ice with every foot race
Not giving up, keeping up with the pace
In the last moments, eyes on the clock
Just 50 seconds to never look back
Alyssa flew past all the enemy lines
Juking and swerving like she do it for #Vines
Beauty was witnessed, a goal was scored
Miracles happen as the crowd roared,
These are the times we can never replace
It’s like winning gold in the Olympic race!
In dog-pile embrace with excitement we fell
The rest of story is yet to tell.
With glossy eyes, the clock ran to a stop
We looked at ourselves, but could not go back
Last game of our lives seemed so crazy as spoken
We laughed at the irony of my stick being broken,
But it was a blessing to play with you ladies
Wise little beauties, fun and such crazies
You guys have taught me so much through these years
Drugs are bad, frozen ice is water, i’m Russia Fierce.
As a senior I would just like to say
Live simply and more words to pass on your way;
I hope you find beauty in all that you do
I hope you see things that are bigger than you
I hope that you travel to many new places
Always looking up and meeting new faces
I hope you remember the moments we shared
The times we were laughing and times we were scared
I hope that you never let fear hold you back
If you know who you are then get on track
Youth is short so make it the best
Because honey, the truth is, these moments don’t last
So I give up my pen, please write your own story
From Russia with love, just Go For Glory!
Feb. 23, 2015
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
Whisper in my ear
Because it’s your words
That I long to hear
Please tell me,
Tell me we all have a voice
Because we were lost
But then found by choice
Please take me,
Take me far away from here
Wrap me in your arms
And let me disappear
Please write me,
Write me what was said
So that when memory escapes
You won’t leave my head
Please fill me,
Drive me to be mad
Engulf me in adventures,
And passions that I never had
Please keep me,
Keep me close to you
So when I have no words to say
Remind me that you do
Please be there,
When I am old and gray
To speak about the story
I never had a chance to say.
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
The empty swing now sits in dust
The broken chains have turned to rust
Stories of our childhood told
The magic of the young and bold
Charming bright smiles run around town
In search of adventure which cannot be found
The wildest of all imagination
Made by the hands of God’s creation
From the first bruise to the last sting
Wonderful memories forward to bring
Now young no more, I understand
But, how I wish to be a child again,
Laughing our heads off out in the snow
As Guardian Angels watched us bellow
Ninja chopping the waves of the Pacific ocean
Cart-wheels on the beach without any lotion
Playing with bugs and the famous snail race
Swinging on ropes like the pirates we chase
Climbing on trees and breaking bones
Splashing in water or skipping stones
Roller blade rides under the lights
King of the hill and snowball fights
Building sandcastles and men of snow
Telling stories with a puppet show
Constructing great snow forts and sledding outside
Down the icy white hills, the most wonderful ride
Dancing in the summer shower
Breathe in the air like smelling a flower
Wishing and dreaming upon a star
Impossible is nothing, a kid is who you are!
Dreams of being astronauts, flying to the moon
No longer a kid, but I’ll be coming back real soon.
July 6, 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)