DESTINY CALLING.

Is it so, that everyone has their destiny to fulfill?

For you my friend, you've had the call of fame,

      much pain an' life ills,

Maybe, major changes blur your view 

       seeing no prospects to come,

But this is not the end my friend, your time has

      just begun,

For the world has yet to see you in a certain

     active light

Through your talents, stance and nature your

     future's looking bright,

And those who choose to sensationalize, throwing

     dirt beside your name,

Are fueled by fear-based jealousies, they can't

     bear to watch you gain.

Do not be afraid my friend, of times that lay ahead,

Just see each day, as a step closer to gaining what is 

     mean't.

And when that day presents itself for great success

     quite soon,

Just be the self, the good we know, because the world

     will love you too!

 

 

 

IT'S MORE.

Sentenced to life without you,

Imprisoned in my memories of you,

Condemned to the heartache of not giving

       what I should of,

If only; rattles my conscience

       as I reflect back to you opening the door to greet me,

And being met with your innocent smile, so full of grace;

       calling my name sweetly.

I had someone who knew me so completely,

The world was never too large for me to be in,

Because, wherever I'd go, there was assured safety,

For I was still a child, connected to you deeply.

Invincible I was, 'n' 10ft tall with you,

Now I'm just someone with occasional strength,

At those dark hours, I'd bask in the light of your

         tender refuge,

Replenished I'd become to face the world again.

The world now seems much colder without you,

It's a different place, at times, hard to get used to,

There's no haven for my heart, like you to run to,

No illusive cloud around me; to keep 

      my spirit young.

I take comfort in that one day we shall meet,

But that does not help my trials of today,

I sail the tides and streams of living waters: 

Conditioned life with you blinded my ways,

But now I see it clear and plain as day.

Time you gave allowed my soul to speak,

But now you're gone; what feeds my soul's deep need?

I don't cry for you.

I don't mourn,

It's more; that now I love you more!

 

ON THEIR WAY.

You feel like you're marooned in a boat 

         rowing against the tide,

Maybe, something whispers, to take it slow;

        it's time to revitalize,

Listen to what your heart now says,

       then prioritize your mind,

Phases and moments can come to test

       with gems you need to find.

If your reality means that, at all cost,

        you must rise up and succeed

Or you'll never be happy, with yourself

       'til your ideal goal's achieved,

Then, there's no room to see and feel 

        simple pleasures life has to give,

And nothing's good enough for you,

       attaining only, makes you live.

Do you sense, the more intense your wants

       the further goals seem to be reached,

So relax, let go, let the universe sow,  then what is 

       shall soon be seen,

Of course; there's practical living to consider,

      that's part of everyday, 

But, for you my dear,there're no failures to fear

      Your desires are on their way,

It is written that, you succeed in life's play.      

LITTLE CHILD.

Little child running wild,

Tell me what you see,

Storybooks and fairy tales,

And your mind running free,

Little child running wild,

The smile that you shed

Is the picture of happiness;

Makes a man turn his head.

Innocence runs your life,

That's all you know;

Don't let it go!

The way of the world will get you;

As you grow older

Your mind will go cold.

Little child running wild,

Playing with your toys,

All wrapped up in lasting joy

'til the world fills your head with ploys.

Tadpoles and buttercups,

Chasing after birds,

Talking to a leprechaun

That's lost its way home.

Little child running wild,

Enjoy your make-believe,

'cause you will ride your rocking horse,

and see reality.

MY GUIDED FRIEND.

My guided friend,

I see the help you have given,

Not obvious but hidden,

Your loyalty whispered unnoticed through each season,

From when so young the roads strived you've driven,

And provisions made, for others dreams to come to fruition.

My guided friend,

I see the strength in your courage,

The dignity displayed for truth you've tried to forage,

It's by fates hand to help not discourage,

And bring you to heights in your talents and potentials through its 

wisdom and knowledge,

Do not fret or be afraid my guided friend,

Be angry, resentful for as long as that time's spent,

For when adversity plays, it never lasts, and soon ends,

Never forget what you've achieved for so many in this life,

And do not let their dismissal tear you inside,

It takes time for some to realize,

That nothing in life is random, your deeds you can cherish with great pride,

And yet, it's seems that when giving, does not register in your mind. 

Your seed, though profound in this life has been sown,

May you reap for yourself the golden harvest that is yours, and yours alone!

   

ORPHANED.

My mother and father are sleeping

In a graveyard by the way,

Here am I like a lonely little horse,

With no-one to talk to, no-one to play,

      And so I graze, 

      in meadows far from home,

Cultural fields I roam,

As years slip from my grasp, And winds howl, 'go venture more roads'

      The wand of life's mysterious maze.

Doors close,

Windows open,

Windows close infusing woe,

Who knows, where I shall be taken, where I'll end up

In this world's contemptuous repose.

Temptations of glamour hanker my whims,

Ambitious ideals taunt with seductive smells,

The ego's blown about, being influenced by whatever's current in whatever sells,

I've fallen victim.

Coaxed continuously into chasing the sounds of  success's knell,

Without care to the cost of pride for celebrity, recognition, fame and riches

It's subtle presence keep's clanging like a worn out bell,

The crutch: for mother to never settle for meagre wishes,

And at the end of all this, what have we to gain?

What purpose is life that blows between joy and pain

        As it taps mind plays with a kiss.

The crutch has been taken,

My goals have been shaken,

Dormant lies more talent behind my soft shell,

Here to come forth, before my death, 

But then whom would I have helped?

 

TWISTER.

The old grand ship sailed on high seas,

The crew well governed in their candour,

Togetherness, cemented with wine balk and banter,

One day a mutiny struck , the captain took his boat to leave,

He rowed alone to shore,

Took up refuge with Island people,

Made his mark , then looked back seaward,

Saw the old grand ship's mast was tattered and torn,

His crew, enraged, baying for the captain's blood,

Venom sprayed out high through their libelous words,

For on the sea , the tides turned worse,

All reason lost, absent is belief and worth,

As pure water ran out, seawater they drank,

Delirium creeps , some member's succumb to this senseless disease,

'Who cares' is their mantra , 'we just want to hurt,'

And see him rot, before we go, first .

You cannot bring back, what you've already burnt,

As the wind whispers and twists over bow and stern,

And the captain sits quietly alone on the beach , 'your day will come and when it does, We ALL will have learned' !