Bittersweet

The bittersweet notes of the violin of life plays as I embark upon a new journey.
This time, alone, I think of the reasons why I should not be afraid.

Here are the top 5 reasons to not be afraid of walking alone.

1) You've been alone everywhere. You're born alone, and you die alone. Your soul arrives and leaves the planet alone.

2) Being alone is not equal to being lonely. There's so much you can do with just being by yourself. Read a book. Stand on your terrace and breathe. Visit a museum. Sit in the park and observe.

3) You don't have to wait for anyone or anything. You're your own boss!

4) You'll always find someone to love. But it might be too late to learn to love yourself if you don't start at once!

5) Your goals can be idealistic or realistic, just as you wish. There's nobody to please but you. Your conscience is your only confidante.

Once you swim the depth of these five ideas, you will open your heart to the rest of the world in ways unimaginable. The spectrum of colours that burst from within are so glorious.

Any other tips?

Smiles and Glass

Seems like the end of an era. 
Will I hold on or float away?
Will things fall in place, 
Or will nostalgia rule?
Will smiles come with broken glass
Or will there be truth?
Is happiness going to be heavy?
Or as light as a dewdrop on a petal?
Roses might bloom, roses might die,
Will I prevent tears from escaping my eyes?

Lighter burdens... An ode to Sly...

When distances are too wide to leap,
When promises are hard to keep,
When nights no longer let you sleep,
When the hills you climb become too steep,
When there are no more tears to weep,
When love has gotten a sideward sweep,
When the trench you fell into is far too deep,
When there are no crops for you to reap,
When slowly sorrow begins to creep,
When the love you gave is a discarded heap,
When you do not hear even a peep,
From the ones whose love you thought you'd keep...
Your burdens begin to lighten...

Nefertiti

Nefertiti with eyes like the Nile
You make my heart feel bleak...
With your evil, slow and sly smile
You make my knees go weak.

With lustrous, long coal black hair
You make my soul sing
With long slim fingers that are bare
You play on my heart strings.

With a golden glow so bright
You make me want to say
I look to you for dawn's light
Every single day!

Constant Chaos

In the chaos of my mind,
I travel through and find,
That I live in a world where

People are rushing round and round,
Trying to make things seem sound,
Instead of the teetering mess

That they call their daily life,
That's filled with sweat and strife,
And no time for peace.

People working two, three jobs,
The poor the normal and the snobs,
All intermixed in this mess.

People falling in love an out,
Just because of a shadow of doubt,
Letting go of the hands of those

Who were with them at their worst,
Even when they thought they'd burst,
They just don't seem to care.

And then there are people getting hitched,
The ones who found love after being ditched,
Happy once more like they deserve.

I stood there once with my heart in my hand,
Held together with just a rubber-band,
Now I gave to someone else

Who knows how to handle with care,
Someone, who I know, will always be there,
Just as I am for him.

The Children Are Gone

Breathe in and breathe out,

Makes my body scream and shout,

Soon for sure, without a doubt,

There will be no children.

I throw my hands up in despair,

They burn incessantly without a care,

Making my time here meaningless,

For there will be no children.

Times comes and Time goes,

First it rains, then it snows,

There is no more joy left,

As there will be no children.

It goes in and comes back out,

The cloud so thick, my insides shout,

Take me now and save me from,

There being no children.

I wish to go back to that time,

Where everything I knew and said was mine,

Not so horrible as this world,

Without any children.

I spin in circles, as always,

Thinking up excuses and of ways,

To get myself to avoid accepting,

That there will be no children.

My heart screams in misery,

I continue with the atrocity,

I wait and watch for the time,

When there will be no children.

I wring my hands in utter despair,

For I spent my life without a care,

Reckless in my decisions made,

But now there are no children.

Time went on, waiting for none,

I began to think of what will come,

The age of misery and ache,

Of there being no children.

I look ahead and see prospects bleak,

Only because I was too weak,

To hold back just a little bit,

And still there will be no children.

He was here, and now he is gone
Playing on his pipe, calling out in the morn
The piper was calling loud and clear,
The children are now gone.

Inspiration

Inspiration is a funny old girl,

She pops up and sends your world a-whirl,

She never is around when you need her to be

She is always running and jumping in glee.

When she puts her fingers on your neck

You have to stop everything, oh what the heck!

Just stop in your tracks,

And turn your backs,

On everything you did up till then,

Sit down with your paper and pen,

Write or draw or scribble like mad

When she's gone, she leaves you sad.

It's hard to find her all over again,

She sets off events like a long, slinking chain,

Which lags and drags and follows you around,

The thoughts in your head the only sound.

You ponder and wonder and scratch your head

Trying to figure out what she had said.

You only end up messing your hair,

(Some of which falls off of right there!!)

She walked by me right here and now

I managed a glimpse at her, somehow.

She smiled a wicked smile and ran

I wonder if she knew that I still can?