I’ve made my decision—

to finally take the leap.

I thought fear would grip me,

or was I overthinking? 

I always seem to do. 

But now that the moment is here,

it feels strangely calm,

unexpectedly underwhelming. 

A box of knickknacks,

a folder of old files—

the only things I take

as I leave this space behind.

I’ve always hated goodbyes,

and today grants my wish—

no farewells, no parting words,

just an ordinary day.

I close my eyes

I give my thanks

to this space,

for all it has given me.

to the past

for it has been good to me.

I step forward—

a prayer, a wish

for brighter days ahead.

The point of life 

One may wonder

but then I've come to ponder

That, there maybe none.

But that's ok

And it sure is grand

There's no need to go down 

that long windy rabbit hole

To find the truth, 

for there's only one

Life, it's simple and kind

It's short and long

A tourist, you are one

Your body, a vehicle

New sights insights unfold everytime 

New layers adds each day

What's next? We can't say.

Do love yourself and

While you're at it

Love those who come your way.

These moments of pause

These moments of silent stillness

come scanty, not in plenty

I'm meant to move about

If I've taken a step

the climb does not end there

evolve and grow I must, each day

Giving in to expectation

which are not my own

It doesn't get easy

just because I've pleased you today.

 

Fall knocks on the door

at brink of a change

a time for plenty

for we ripe what we sow

The earth will hibernate

for it's time to holiday

rechange renew review 

new beginning around the bend 

Strange, as i stare at these whites

 Love does run it's course

around bends and turns

there are time when it ebbs so low

if  i can see an end

but there's a voice 

loud and it screams

hold on to it

the tattered thread

becoming stranded each day

i turn cold and numb

to all emotion 

as music dies in me 

or i've killed it 

a slow unbecoming death

i open myself to a higher calling

or that's what i say

a consolation prize

i fall from grace

a love degrade

i bid good bye 

each day

to a weary love 

Comforter, my mind

a contemplator

breaking down 

hurt, pain and grief

At the end...

there is cure

to all ailment

not of body

to all anger 

thrown my way

a heart full of kindness

a heart full of love

has no reason 

to despair

there's a comforter

cool and mellow 

in my mind

 

Beat and bruised,

tanned under the sun
weathered as the season alter
starting a process backwards
going back to the earth once again
ashes and dust, blown to the zephyr.
What was then a mold
now a part of nothingness
it’s not something new and deifying
but always there in a view
there it stands,

Provoking, demanding

a change in me
asking me to take a detour
but I won’t budge or be moved
stoned and stiff like a mountain.
Please make a mend
a quarter of life spent
Snap! You feel you're born again
you didn’t realize it then
and it’s too early to begin
back to the circle; clipped and chained
you’ll give yourself another day
to finally comprehend
your body is no longer a friend.

or slouch lazy.
Watch an Austen movie
while eating a buffet.
dare to walk bare
Do a thorough cleaning
before letting myself relax
do a makeover
paint these walls yellow
DIY a cushion cover
rearrange
wishing magic
fun gone too soon
bored and restless
while I sit still.

Hawaii, that's where I wanna be
Hawaii, ocean sparkling diamond
Hawaii, endless blue canopy

Sleep won't come easy
A hurt heart
Displaced apart
Clock ticks away
one two three...
fear takes  flight
I say a prayer
Forgiveness I'll give
A hope anew
Breath in and out
A trick that won't do
my stomach cringe
my arms tight
Restless within
Wide awake in dark
Sounds of rain outside
Shake this world asunder
A familiar beat
Putting all to rest
But I stay awake
sleep won't come
not so easy now. 

We met
our world collide
I wrote you a song
And years have passed
love ran its course.

Like alteration of all things
we didn't even blink twice
we let this happen
things don't last, alas!
Relationships falter and fail.

Will we be one of those?
it seems likely as days add.
We don't get along
becoming unkind and cruel
to one another.

Put on an act of what we're not
one of those gloomy days come
they add in numbers each day
things that hold us may pass us
what then of us?

Will we work things out?
We may drift apart
to be one of those sad stories
nothing last forever
it seems true for love as well.