The Poet Enters

It’s the middle of the evening, and I awaken in a fright The day has swiftly passed, and soon the dead of night   I have prepared for this, and should not be off-guard The busyness of the day, seemed to have hit me hard   I now move with swiftness; this task I must not fail I gather my apparel with haste; ready for the trail   The assembling will be harsh, if I am not ready for the fray I have had more than enough time, to prepare for this day   I bind myself up, collect my wits; ready to stand hardy I forgot to set the alarm, and I am very late for the party

The future can look bright, or it may look scary; you still have to choose the next move.

The Autumn seeped in, slowly and lazy; like a mellow fragrance of spice. After taking time to clear my head, I was able to appreciate the moment. It is a season of preparation and celebration; I can only hope that I have prepared well, and have time to celebrate.

 Everything is made better with understanding; relationships, most of all.

We don't always know nor understand what our shared time means to others; but it is always empowering to know.

When you share the truth, it should enlighten and strengthen; but if something is destroyed, maybe it should be.

You can be honest, bare your soul and bare your hopes; that doesn't guarantee, anyone cares, will listen, nor hear.

It's hard to say where life will take you; you can only hope, it's where you wish to be.

Each day can be a new sea-faring adventure; where the ocean of your situation, and the crew of your family, friends and associates rule your destination.

Sometimes I build my days on the heartache and pain, of days which have passed; maybe, I should start looking for better materials.

Sometimes surviving is what we do, and it is all we have ever done; don't you want more?

Sometimes, we just want to be heard and understood; does anyone know the correct words, which create both understanding and compassion?

We enter the world alone, seek company, and then depart; all that remains, are the memories of those moments.

If you are actively preventing something from growing, you are actively encouraging it to die.

The songs echo in my mind, like memories of distant friends; shall I let them out to play?

I will always hope that people appreciate me for what I am; not for what I could be, or am not, when compared to someone else.

It is a wonderful thing to be special to someone else; especially, if they are significant to you.

In a better world, people would care about how they treat you, specifically, if you treat them well; we do not live in that world.

I seemed to have possessed everything, which never really mattered; and, it seems that I am still seeking to matter.

I am always so sure about what I want; that's until I actually have it.

There are few things which are better than having someone be on your side; except, that someone, always being there.

Today, I may wish to be a better person; hopefully no one will give me a reason to change my mind.

Sometimes we are judged by the impression which others leave on us; hopefully we can be judged by the impression we leave on others.

There are days for rest and days for joy; it's nice to have one filled with both.

Every day, we are simply trying to understand, and trying to find the truth; some days, you get both, and you are never ready.

The world can be nice, but most of the time, it is not; and often, we are just trying to find someone to care.

Maybe I don't always receive the truth; that does not mean it doesn't exist, nor that I will not find it.

Sometimes, we can't believe what we are hearing; and that might be a reason to look it up.

Happiness and contentment come from within, and no one can completely make you happy; however, hang out with the people who try.

Sometimes, the best thing we can do, is try to make the best of our moments together; so, let's start with that.

Happiness is out there, just waiting to be found; it just might not be your happiness.