Wanting a Life

I want to run
Run till I can't feel my feet
I want to laugh
Laugh till my stomach hurts and tears stream
I want to dream
Dream till the noon sun burns my face
I want to write
Write till the reeds bend and rivers run dry
I want to read
Read till the yellowed pages begin to blur
I want to sing
Sing till the words run together and birds don't chirp
I want to play
Play till the little ones stop growing old
I want to travel
Travel till civilisations end and History is made
I want to live
Live till my pattering heart beats young...

Poetic Evenings

Days pass on and months fly by
Years left behind, time the quicksand
Fleeting smiles met, burdens and pains endured
Moments of real happiness lived
Timelessness in frowns captured
Past translated into fond memories
The future a confusion of joys and pain
You continue to be, you continue to live
Daily hunting, trying to find a new you...

Riding the Wave

How does it feel to be a wave
To reach the shore and give it all up again
How does it feel to be so strong
And yet so helpless when crashing against the rocks?
How does it feel to roll over and over again
Knowing you'll never get what you love most
Do you only feel despair with each new journey?
Or are you so hopeful to keep praying through?
Wishing you can be one with that fickle sand
That between the finger spaces passes right through...

The Broken Man

A smile that never reached his eyes
A heart that always beat too fast
A hope that still refused to die
A fight lost, feeble his battle cry
He stood on the precipice lost and alone
Staring into a forever that would never be his
Living that curse, the destiny his hand held
Wanting to run, bound by life
He looked and stared, wished to jump
His treacherous feet though held fast
Weary and broken he smiled once more
And trudged home once bright eyes downcast...

Moments of Peace

Yes, the beach is littered
And yet footprints in the sand give a unique thrill...
Yes, the foul odor signals rotting fish
And yet there's a pleasant fragrance of the damp sea air...
Yes, the water is black, nothing blue reflecting
And yet it crashes against the rocks creating a white froth...
Yes, there's obscene music blaring nearby
And yet the sound of waves creates a soothing symphony...
Yes, the tall bridge mars the pristine beauty
And yet, the fading horizon brings heart closer to nature...
Yes, in the distance the sun quietly sets
And yet there's a light shining bright from the happy eyes around...
Yes, there is a crowd all around
And yet standing on the rocky precipice, there's a quiet within me...