AND LIFE GOES ON. (CROSSROADS).

Pressure:

That constant rising of tension,

Formed by the entity called mind.

Sometimes pressure implies explosion,

Madness lies dormant...

confusion its disguise.

A howling of the grim reaper,

A loved one taken from your world,

Sanity for a while goes asunder,

Yet held on by a thread ones sense of mirth.

Saved by a philosophy or a buffer or a friend,

Everydayness stops you screaming...

control takes the reigns.

And time will wander aimlessly;

'oblivious,'

Never counting the days.

Each moment spared,

Each day a lesser pain,

Pressure that ever constant,

Tension that knawing plaque,

Stress! That staunch reminder of the absence...

of peace in your domain,

Brow beaten, dare you look back.

Screaming sometimes behind a smile,

Guilt creeps, drumming that life goes on,

And everyone alive throughout the world...

will experience that same old song.

That's not the point I infer.

Just you! the cosmic conscience recognizes

much, the uniqueness of your pain,

And from this day your life has changed,

You've grown, the crossroads have come to play,

And never shall you walk that same road again.

SAKE OF GROWING OLD.

We're made to face the onset of getting older,

Our life course infuses the mind with mortality,

As cycles turn, advanced years seem much closer,

And the change, of leaving behind... is what has to be,

What was chased in youth... when old loses its luster,

Looks, health, fitness and zest wither gradually,

And acting as if young, cruising like your daughter,

Is maybe inner crisis from past make-up rooted deep,

Accepting what truly is, can be cold, stark and sober,

Still life has many treasures; anomalies there to reap,

Let beauty show out loud from your sweet nature,

Don't subscribe to wearing vanity others deign to seek,

Be ever young but grow with grace and wonder,

Know that, your sensuousness is noticed constantly,

No-one can steal or ape your natural thunder,

Because, you're one unique and precious pearl sailing in

life's incandescent sea.

I BLEED.

I bleed today,

I miss her.

When she smiled I melted,

When she laughed I overjoyed.

When she cussed I reacted...

Leaving her alone to calm down

and bring light back to the atmosphere all round,

Her charm quelled consternation

through the accent in her voice.

I bleed today,

I miss her.

The talks we'd have when she phoned,

Her wisdom whispered loud so bold,

The look of happiness when greeting me,

Made me feel like a mountain, like an eagle

flying free.

My mind flickers back and forth,

My heart slips into coldness sometimes as it retorts,

And the emptiness brings emotional war,

As enforced acceptance unprepared is hard and raw.

Never thought I'd be this way,

but I need her.

Never felt the need before except wanting the best

for her (in life), and more.

I bleed today,

I miss her.

No cover-ups to shield the pain,

No working all hours god sends to get through...

and blocking off, by running away,

No philosophizing that time's a healer and scars can mend

or taking a holiday,

Just simply the truth, my heart can't enthuse, because

I bleed today,

I miss her.

COLOURS.

IMAGINE A COLOUR

To what nature is,

IMAGINE A COLOUR

To the animals seen,

IMAGINE A COLOUR

To each person you meet,

IMAGINE A COLOUR

To the way they speak.

IMAGINE A COLOUR

To personalities shown,

IMAGINE A COLOUR

Reflecting how the characters flow.

IMAGINE A COLOUR

To good and bad,

IMAGINE A COLOUR

To happy and sad.

IMAGINE A COLOUR

To emotional shades,

What colour is love?

And what colour is age?