A Warm Sun

A brilliant burst of beautiful sunshine,

All fire and energy, that lights up the entire room

Gorgeous golden shimmering waves of joy

And in its warmth the spectacular spark of life,

So strong and so sure;

This is life:

Magnificent and mysterious moments filled with subtle little glimpses of magic and majesty.

It is warm and welcoming.

It arrives as a flurry of fluttering emotions, Flickering flirtations that flash and bang,

A wave of gentle glowing peace.

A light that cracks the clouds in a series of rippling, radiant rays,

A brightness burning; 

An inviting blanket of comfort that wraps itself around you like warm loving arms. 

Shining hopefulness in vivid colours,

A rainbow sparkling after summer showers. 

It lights the daytime with delight and anticipation.

It makes the world a better place.

The Life Not Lived

Two roads diverged in a foreign land

And like a fool I tried to walk both,

Moving away with nowhere to stand,

Planning on things that cannot be planned,

Going nowhere but calling it growth.

Little changes as the days slip by,

Despite the paths seeming so diverse

There's always the same stars in the sky,

And it's nothing but the same old lie;

That the way you choose to go matters,

But having choice is key to this life;

Choice leads to choice and doesn't relent,

Some lead to joy, some lead to strife,

The ups and downs of which life is rife

Make you wonder where the time went,

As it moves on you can't stay still

And you can't just sit on the fence,

But bend life as best to your own will,

And feast on it till you've had your fill

And that will make all the difference.

Frame by Frame

I live my life just like it’s a movie

But I’m the only one watching the scenes,

I see each shot in the windows I pass;

Murky reflections of reality,

Memory is a faulty camera

And it never quite captures the whole truth,

Our eyes are lenses that always distort,

Whether through a glass clearly or darkly,

Flickering moments of shadow and light,

Briefly dancing across life’s silver screen,

As much as I might pull for clarity,

More often than not my focus is soft,

I am an actor poorly playing parts;

Depending on what the scene requires,

While I am still figuring out my role,

Characters enter and exit on cue,

And the music that’s playing in my ears

Is a soundtrack to compliment my mood,

I try to storyboard but plans crumble,

So you just take whatever shots you can,

I certainly have a story in mind,

But life’s plot twists tend to keep me busy,

It passes by quicker and quicker now,

A montage of moments meshed together,

A stop-start muddle, a disjointed mess,

The cuts coming in peculiar places,

The framing is all wrong; nothing looks right

And no panning or tilting will fix it,

It is a continuity nightmare,

With nothing ever falling into place,

Life only comes to us in single takes,

With no chance for even some rough edits,

And though I'm pretty sure that it’s my life;

I feel like I am not the director,

And the reviews don’t look too good for me.

I Know What a Rejection Feels Like

Yes, I know what a rejection feels like:

Thank you for your time, wasted as it was,

Yes, I know what a rejection feels like:

You’re so great but let’s focus on your flaws,

Oh I know what a rejection feels like:

You’re struggling for words, trying to be kind,

Yes, I know what a rejection feels like:

You believe there’s someone better to find,

And that is what a rejection feels like:

The kick that makes you question your self worth,

So I know what a rejection feels like:

Frustration, fear, self pity, doubt, and hurt

Trust me; I’m familiar with the feeling

And how it will always leave you reeling.

What Lonely Fate May Come

Fix this damn machine so that it might work;

Seventeen years of no change and no luck

And all these fires only burn for so long,

Strong winds sweep in and then the flames are gone.

The silence shattered every hope I held

On to, like some naive child's fairy tales.

A wasted wanting, a pointless dream of

Some fool errand and how the world might turn,

The sun, the light, the brighter way,

Long dimmed from my vision, drifting further

Ever farther away towards the vast

Shadowy, forgotten realm of things lost.

It is but a ship on the horizon

Vanishing over the edge of the world,

Gone, an empty space, an endless void that

Never fills, never is made whole again.

The night calls but sleep and I are no more

Companions on this journey. I have left

The dreaming world to those who still believe

That dreams are worth pursuing; That one day

They might see their dream as something so real,

So tangible; a living breathing truth,

A hopeful whisper of the possible

But fighting the good fight just leaves me bruised,

Tired of the losses, the empty words

Of those few who would be the source of joy;

Those glimmering glistening ghosts of hope,

Whose siren calls are nought but empty wails

That ring hollow in the night, where I alone

Alone decide what lonely fate may come