Private Hells

We all have our own private hells
Constructed from our fears and dreams
We blanket ourselves in darkness
And embrace each misdeed

Throwing off the covers of despair would show us the light
But the light just amplifies our own shortcomings

The choice is to stand in front of the mirror of the soul
To accept and forgive

or to remain in sweet penetrating darkness and sleep the sleep of helplessness

in dreams

She comes unbidden to my dreams
Fiery hair, beguiling eyes, mischevious smile

She says nothing but seduces with her silence
A quiet girl with a fount of passion underneath

Standing still her promises are spoken through her soul
Eternal peace and contentment can be yours

The price is losing yourself in her eyes

Never to return

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The Secret

The secret knowledge of the world is available to those who seek it
It matters not if you are a prince, pauper, beggar or thief
You need only to know how to ask your interest to pique it
You can change yourself - grow a new leaf

Alchemy is not about turning led into gold
It's not about getting rich
It's about transforming the young from the old
Soothing your soul and finding your niche

Do these things and you will find
You've become the Belle of the ball
And you will realize in your own mind -

There is no secret at all

No Regrets

Spoonfed morality and beliefs
Forks In The Road - Left or Right?
Jackknifed on a hairpin turn

Every decision draws you nearer to who you are
Every choice closer to destiny

There is no wrong
There are no false steps

There is only you and who you choose to be

Live in the moment
By the moment
For the Moment

Table your doubt
and Fill you Glass

Drink full of Life

No Regrets

Armor

The Soul does not change
The innocence of Birth remains
Covered in the costumes of years

Dreamer, Artist, Architect
The Soul does not Change
We are as We were as Children
Laughing in Joy and Inspiration

Endless Loves we knew in Younger Days
Connections do not sever
Instead are buried 'neath the coverings of Life
Protections from Misdeeds of Betrayal and Lust

Chisel away the Leaden Armor of Lifetimes
To find our
        True Self

Old Poem

I am posting an old poem I wrote many, MANY years ago. I wish I could say that I found it in a box while cleaning out my attic. But sadly no, all the writing from my teens, twenties and thirties is gone; lost to many moves across three states.

Why this poem came back to my consciousness? Damned if I know, but something tells me that I need to share it. So here you are:

I watch you walk down the street
Your red hair blazing in the sun
Bouncing merrily in tune with your graceful stride

And I realize then that I love you

Not because you are the most beautiful
Nor because you are the smartest
Not even because of what you give me

But simply because you are you
And you take pride in that

The time you take to show me you world
The time you take to get to know mine

That is why I love you

And why I always will

The Reason

What is this creature that Nature hath doth devised?

She is Steadfast and Yielding
Approachable and Aloof
Intoxicating and Sobering to the same breath

Alluring to the eyes and
Confounding to one's soul

yet Life seems Grander because of them
and we Smaller without

they are Our Match
Our Hopes
Our Fears

Our Puguratory and Our Salvation

they are All which we hold dear
and Everything we risk to lose

they are Life
and they are

The Reason



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Hold On

You gotta hold on when you want to fall

You gotta run when you want to crawl

You gotta speak up when you want to remain silent

You gotta hold on to your dreams

You gotta realize what it means

You gotta reach out to who you choose to be

Life is what you make it

Not what it seems to be

You can fix it or you can break it

The choice is yours to see

You gotta  get up when you want to lay down

You gotta stay when you want to leave town

You gotta have faith and never give up the day

You gotta hold on.