Life has twists and turns…
Ups and downs…
Movement as steady slow or steady fast.
Memories fade and memories last.
Emotions tilt the scale.
Life plays an insane game
Of an ever changing back and forth
Of this and that.
One has to be skilled in balancing acts.
Checks and balances,
To keep one’s rhythm in tact.
And just when you think
Everything is all worked out…
Life rotates 360 degrees,
Leaving you puzzled as to what life is about.
Emotions tilt the scale.
Golden.
A monumental time
For a monumental age.
No celebratory bang.
Not one for playing charades.
Just wrapped in love
Amongst the days delight.
Gratitude ever flowing
As my inner light shines bright.
No need to utter words
Because my actions speak loud.
The reflection I see daily
Is one that I am proud.
50 years of life
With twists and turns
And lessons learned.
Ready for what the Universe unfolds before me now.
Golden.
Never imagined I’d see yesterday through tomorrow’s eyes.
Hope now blinded once again by the truth,
Of an uncertainty in life that is all too real.
Living in a world full of broken hearts, promises, and paths.
Where is my sunshine and rainbow?
Where is my shovel to dig myself out of this hell of despair and fear?
Where is the train to Anyplace other than here?
The time has come for me to post my final poem for 2013. As always, I want to thank everyone for visiting my site, liking my posts, and for leaving comments. I really appreciate you taking the time to do so. I wish everyone well, and may the inspiration to create continue to live within you.
To be so full of love to give…
What a joyous feeling.
Something so simple, yet so complex.
Love has always left one feeling perplexed.
The matters of the heart are quite real.
Heart.
To have failed and tried again for success,
Only to have it crushed once more,
But be able to move forward with newfound hope.
To be uncertain, only to gain clarity in the end.
The matters of the heart can reveal
The truth and the light.
The sunshine upon dark eyes.
Heart.
With all of life’s negative forces
That enter the heart only to weaken it.
Only the strong do survive
The fuckery of emotions that fester from within.
To rise from the ashes of pain,
And refill the emptiness with love, yet again.
The ability to remain the victor is power.
Could this be what it means to have heart?
My Quiet Fire In A Busy City 