Forever is a long long ... time

The treasure is love, 
More precious than gold
This is a true love story, 
More beautiful than anyone has ever told
Love is that sweet smile, 
Gentle words of tenderness
It chases away all fears, 
And heals your terrible loneliness
Two hearts that beat as one, 
Repairing what past loves have left
All the doubts we felt inside, 
Disappear with a lovers breath
Don't give your heart too freely, 
Wait and see what is there
For true love will always be with you
If they really, really care
The gift of love, you give
Is the most cherished kind
Choose very carefully to whom you give it 
Lost love is forever, and forever is a very long time.

The Road

A deserted roadway lined, with rocks and painful thorns
I ponder as I walk, along this lonely path
The others, so carefree and light, went on without me
Their road is smooth, and held no aftermath
They speak of times of pleasure, on their perfect blissful trail
Their path is straight, and holds no twists or turns
And me, I faced the many dangers, of the wilderness
Yet on this road, mistakes are how I learned
With all the minutes that go by, my world is born anew
Every day, the dawn, awakens the sun, to the dreary sky
And it's light, from above, will always shine through
I walk the path, chosen for me, I have no need to cry 
But Id never live my life like those, whose path was dull
Like the arrow, theirs was straight and just points one way
On their road, they see ahead, what the future brings
And now, I could care less, what they have to say
For as they trod on the ground, I’m soaring on a wind
I let it take me, where it wants to go
Not held in those chains, a freedom flows within my veins
The life ahead of me, the life, I could not know
And if I chose to know, A different path is where I’d go
If the future’s what I want, A new road is where I’d jaunt
If I had not been strong, Would I have known where I belong? 
Certainly not, for you see, this road belongs to me

The Return

I can’t believe, that when the day is done
You would let me walk into the sun
And away from you, until the end of time.
Forever and ever, never to be mine
Just a catch in the throat, a tear in the eye
Broken, hatched, and waving goodbye
Voices may struggle for the proper verse
Hoping for the best, expecting the worst.
But my soul speaks no language of man
I don’t think my heart even really can
Flying on the wings of a million birds.
In the end, it’s just the same old words
No one’s worth the tears you cry
And the one that is won’t even try
To hurt you, like you’ve been hurt before
Like me, walking through your door

The Mirror

I look in the mirror here's what I see
Me crying over my years stolen from me
I see eyes that are dark and filled with pain, 
Confusion, loneliness, never to be loved again
I see a lost scared youth, having to grow up too fast
Eyes full of fear, disdain to all who were part of the past
I see a face that shows fear, eyes older than their time
Fear of failing, rejection, alone and far from the vine
A youth that wants love, someone to make it alright
Not alone in his thoughts throughout the dark night
I see a young fellow, with fears of rejection
A boy that opens his heart, just for affection
I look in the mirror to eyes full of regret
Tears show the sadness, pain and loneliness yet
These eyes belonged to me but now I see another face
One of courage and understanding taking over that space
A face full of kindness, sweetness, and love
A face of a friend, a confidant, but not from above
This face is inside me, known only to me 
A face with no rejection, just a love given free
Thought miles divide us, and keep us apart
You'll always be in the mirror and deep in my heart
Giving me the strength needed to get thru the day
Always near, never never very far away
The face in the mirror I most times do see
The face in the mirror I know is just me 

Another Meaning Of Life

All have searched for the meaning of life
I believe the answer is inside us all
It is the things that pass by us everyday
Things we overlook in our rush to go our way.
It's the smile on someone's face
Slowing down to a better pace
The lullaby when we drifted off to sleep
The sunrise of a new day that can make me weep
The look of love in a person's eyes.
A look that always is such a surprise
The smell of a flower opening with dew
The touch from someone special, laughter from a child
The tears of someone in pain, 
The sound of a hounds soulful howl
The meaning of life is what we make it
It will lead us where we take it 
The effort we exert to make someone's day
Will help us more than they can repay
Only fools flaunt and braggadocio boast
It's best we show love when others need it most.
Make the most of each new day, and smile at the rising sun
Let all know how much you care, in meaning of life, you've won

Uncertainty bridges

Each day we cross 
the bridges of uncertainty 
never knowing what 
we might meet when we get there, 
but we cross them just the same 
as life must go on. 
The bridges of uncertainty 
lie everywhere in our path 
from our first steps in the morning 
to our last steps at night. 
We walk our lonely miles 
never knowing what we might find 
or what our life will bring. 
Sometimes we find love and happiness, 
sometimes its tragedy and misery 
that befall us there. 
Sometimes it is sunshine in the rain; 
they are all there in life’s elusive game 
on the other side of the bridges of uncertainty.

Butterfly !!

Across a scarlet sky there wings a butterfly, 
he passes over a million heads, 
a thousand lives fruitlessly lead. 
Such a sight my eyes behold, 
with no motive I am told. 
Waters deep from rippling streams 
glazed of gold by sunbeams. 
What is such a seeming less trek, 
the phantoms of the mind conjures, 
are the images we see, ourselves, 
or are we just microscopic cells.
Flowers on a thorny bush, 
with beauty such as they inspire, 
petals bright of scarlet flames, 
bathed in the sun’s warm desire. 
Here we stand some minute speck 
near the greater door. 
Something more than our mind can behold. 
Our future somewhere inside is stored. 
Where we go, and what we do, 
are we mere puppets on a string, 
under someone’s control.
White tipped mountain range, 
peaks touch the sky, 
there wings again the butterfly. 
Does he hold the future, 
is that why he crumbles to our touch? 
Butterfly pray tell me, 
the message that you hold, 
where is my future sold. 
Do wishes come true? 
Do they transpire, 
if so where can they be found?

Bring the time back ...!!

You sit alone in your room;
your mind wanders
to the sound of a tune.
A tune that was a hit
so long ago when you were young.
You remember the first time you heard it,
and where you were at the time.
Suddenly a memory springs
from the back of your mind.
Coloured lights and dancing feet
move across your mind.
Your wish now is
bring back the time.
Bring back the days
you remember so well.
Days when there was
a new dance craze every week,
when groups played instruments
before the synthesiser was born,
when songs had lyrics
that everyone could sing
and a tune everyone could hum.
Bring back the teenage time
before the years flew away.
Now in reality I sit and smile,
wishfully thinking I could
bring back the time. 

Beyond the distant hills.

The sun is shining for me, 
beyond the distant hills. 
Where my love is waiting, 
for my return. 
The water is sweet to drink, 
beyond the distant hills, 
where a warm fire is waiting, 
for my return.
The grass bends in the breeze, 
beyond the distant hills. 
Where my love’s heart yearns 
for my return. 
A candle lights a window, 
beyond the distant hills. 
Where someone keeps a watchful eye, 
for my return.
Beyond the distant hills, 
where no clouds gather, 
and no storms darken the sky. 
Beyond the distant hills, 
bright eyes wait for my return. 
Beyond the distant hills, 
my dreams will come true, 
and I promised myself one day I will get there.

The backs roads of the mind

Beyond the daylight reaches, 
near the back roads of the mind. 
Love lies waiting there 
for some lucky person, 
to pluck it from the air. 
Memories of old loves 
linger somewhere back there, 
waiting to be rekindled, 
like a dying candle flame.
Beyond the daylight reaches, 
near the back roads of the mind. 
The world’s great treasure 
waits for someone to find. 
The treasure of love, 
one that will last forever. 
The dream without ending, 
all seek, but very few 
ever get there to find.
A few will take the trouble, 
and keep the desire warm 
at the upper most of the mind. 
Travelling down this dangerous road 
that stretched out beyond the daylight reaches, 
near the backs roads of the mind. 
Seeking the ultimate prize, 
they could ever hope to find.

True friends

Sometimes friends think 
they’ve dragged you down, 
when it isn’t that way at all. 
As you talk to them on lonely nights, 
they light a candle in your heart to show you the way. 
That isn’t dragging you down, 
but picking you up from the place to which you fell. 
These friends mean so much to you 
that you miss them when they are not there. 
Their bond of friendship 
is like the bond of marriage 
that ties one another together 
through thick and thin. 
You feel sad when they think they’ve hurt you. 
So, I’m telling you my friends 
and the entire world to see. 
There is nothing you can do 
to ever hurt me the way you think you do. 
There is only one way 
you could ever hurt me 
and that is saying a few simple words 
like you don’t want to be 
my friend anymore.

Betrayal

Have you ever felt the betrayal 
from a string of broken promises? 
You may not say anything, 
but distrust breeds within 
at any promise others make. 
You become always wary 
saying to yourself silently 
it will never happen again. 
It makes you lose trust 
in all those around you, 
colleagues at work 
and even some close friends. 
Sadly it is a fact of life, 
something we all too often 
take as common place, 
but it is not 
and only a few should be 
tarred with that brush.

Start here

Standing on the beach at sunset
As the sun begins to disappear
Setting the horizon a fiery glow
We hold each others hand
Feel the salty freshness from the sea
Wafted over us by a cool evening breeze
Slowly we walk along the sands
Leaving the old world behind
Just you and me
Keeping an eye open
For any treasures
We might stumble across and find
The stillness of the twilight
As the sun sets in the west
The hiss of the gentle breaking waters
Arms around shoulders now
Getting closer to whisper in your ear
Because our beginning starts here

Start again

You said goodbye, 
said that we would not see 
each other again. 
You said that love had departed, 
a long, long time ago, 
and now our world, was nothing but make-believe. 
A routine fantasy, 
for others to believe, 
that we were happy.
So before the roses bloom again, 
we are saying our goodbyes, 
and discarding our fakes disguises, 
we have worn so long. 
If we move away, 
no one will ever know 
we are both starting over, 
in worlds far apart. 
So before the roses bloom again, 
we will have found new love to start again.

before it goes away

There are times when life is hard. 
There are times when life is easy. 
There are even times when life is perfect, 
but that only lasts a short time. 
So long as there is life, 
we should take the good with the bad 
and enjoy every minute 
that is given to us. 
Life is too short, 
a countable time in years. 
Best we make the most of it, 
before it goes away.

What happened to me ..!!

Trapped in a lonely forbidden world
Can someone just hold me, and tell me it’s going to be okay
That things will eventually work out 
But things never do
Not for this all forlorn man 
Everyday he play this happy role
Smile, laugh and be joyous
But no one knows that he is broken inside
He has all these walls around him
To protect him from
Pain? 
Loneliness? 
He is afraid
Afraid to break these walls down
Cause you might see
Him heart...Agonized 
He is defeated by this world
Defeated by everything good supposedly out there
I am amazed at him strength every day
He has become so numb, to even feel or know anything
Other than hurt
Is it selfish of him to want to leave
Leave this world and maybe just maybe find a better place
A much better place than this trapped world
A world where he will belong
Can this be the death of all hopes for him
What happened to me
Trapped in a lonely forbidden world 

Be grateful

We always have something 
to be grateful for, 
our family and friends 
whom enrich our lives 
with their words of kindness 
and their deeds of unconditional love.
We may at times be low in spirit, 
feel we cannot carry on, 
but we are grateful for the person 
who will put sunshine in our lives. 
Raise our sprits with their words 
and plant a smile on our face.
Being grateful comes with no obligations 
except to treat another 
in a similar way. 
Give them a lift in their lives, 
plant a smile on their face, 
then we will be grateful for 
the good that we can do.
We should never turn away 
that little cry for help, 
but be grateful that they came to us 
to help them through their crisis. 
Hoping one day, 
they might do the same for us.

In silence

In silence, you can hear 
the scratching of a pen across paper. 
In silence, you can hear 
the rhythmic sound 
of your heart beating 
telling you you are alive.
In silence, you can hear 
the screech of a demon call. 
In silence, you can hear 
the murmur of a baby 
just moments before 
they begin to awake.
In silence, you can hear 
your memories calling. 
In silence, you are transported 
back in your life 
into days long gone by 
under sun-drenched skies.
In silence, you can hear 
your voice of loneliness. 
In silence, you are there 
within the confines 
of your inner self 
and forever alone in silence.

Sometimes

And sometimes it happens that you are friends and then
You are not friends,
And friendship has passed.
And whole days are lost and among them
A fountain empties itself.
And sometimes it happens that you are loved and then
You are not loved,
And love is past.
And whole days are lost and among them
A fountain empties itself into the grass.
And sometimes you want to speak to her and then
You do not want to speak,
Then the opportunity has passed.
Your dreams flare up, they suddenly vanish.
And also it happens that there is nowhere to go and then
There is somewhere to go,
Then you have bypassed.
And the years flare up and are gone,
Quicker than a minute.
So you have nothing.
You wonder if these things matter and then
As soon you begin to wonder if these things matter
They cease to matter,
And caring is past.
And a fountain empties itself into the grass.

Thing called love

As we walk life’s journey 
that is not without its tears, 
sometimes we find a small pocket 
of happiness that carries us through 
until the next one comes along. 
Sometimes we find turmoil 
of which there is little escape from. 
Our direction gets mixed signals there. 
The next day 
we are back on the road again. 
The one leading us
to our final destination 
in the future somewhere. 
We all need sadness 
to show us how good 
happiness can really be. 
We all need heartaches in love 
so we can recognise 
the real thing called love 
when it comes along. 

Awake

Awake my sleeping heart 
find a love for me. 
Someone I can hold 
and set me free. 
You have slept far too long 
and let so many pass by. 
Awake my sleeping heart 
find me someone 
to care for, as I grow old. 
To be there at my side 
in times of happiness, 
and in times of woe. 
Awake; awake 
my sleeping heart 
before it is too late. 
Awake, awake 
I beg of thee. 
Awake my love 
and set me free.

love bug

A careless kiss, 
a quick embrace, 
doesn’t normally 
leave a trace.
A loving kiss, 
a warm embrace, 
always you find, 
leaves a trace.
Love circles the heart, 
like clouds across the moon; 
it captures us quick, 
before we get a chance to swoon.
It blinds us, 
and guides us, 
on our sweet way, 
even tells us just what to say.
We find ourselves captured, 
even before we have begun. 
By the love bug, 
the old son of a gun. 

Yesterday

Hear the clock ticking
As time passes by
Watch as the seasons disappear
At the wink of an eye
See how a child grows
And the years speed on their way
Knowing there is nothing we can do
To stop the passing of yesterday
One day we are children
Walking to school
Next we are teenagers 
Breaking all the rules
Then we are adults 
With children of our own
And then like magic
They have families of their own
One day we are young
Then we are old
And the time in between
Is our tender years
That pass so quickly
They are gone without trace
Leaving only the memories
Of the magic we couldn’t contain 

Positive mind

Sailing on a ship of memories
Over the tide of broken dreams
Hear the wail of the lost souls
Who just linger there
Each day we fight to hold a place
In an unforgiving world
That cast aside the failures
To an unrelenting tide
Every mountain is scaleable
If you really want to try
No goal is unattainable
To the positive mind