as they glided across the page.
I was ravished by my pen
that with symmetrical reasoning
writes between the lines,
whatever that is suppose to mean.
I was ravished and seduced
into world beyond my understanding
as my pen danced with words
in clusters of mediocrity.
I was ravished and ravished again
that looking back became a toil,
something I will never do again.
I was ravished into doing whatever I do best,
whatever that may be. I was ravished into it.
15 November 2011
Some are wise,while others are not.Some are thought out,while others are onthe spur of the moment.It is these decisionsthat normally cause usthe most painbecause we examine themtime and again.Did we make the right one,or would it have been betternot to make one at all.As some decisions cannot be reversedafter, they have been made.19 March 2008
that even overcame my virus checker.I lost all of my emails that had recently came in,have had to reinstall some softwareto get things going again.It has been a nightmare week,one of which I don’t want again.It has stopped me doing thingsI really wanted to get done,put my life on hold for the weekand for what…
Hoping no one notices me.So I can remain hidden.From those who would accuse,and the hurt they hurl.That I was to blame,for their own failures.Why do I feel sorry,for something I haven’t done?Why do I want to walk,head bowed in shame?I’ll take their blame.I have nothing to hide.I bare no ill will towards them,for sacrificing me.What…
no echo of footsteps are heard,as nothing makes a sound.There is no laughter of lovers,no hush as they embrace;nothing disturbs the silence,of our lonely lover’s lane.One-day lovers will walk thereknow the happiness we knew.One-day lovers will kiss there,and know how I felt about you.They will stop and admire the stillness,that almost takes the breath away,and…
and is there when we need them.If in danger we might falltheir guiding hand helps ussteering us clear whenever danger is near.We may never see them,but we feel them close at handwhenever we need them the most.5 July 2014
Would I be loved or would I be lonely?Would I sail on a pirate clipperin search of some lost treasure?The wind ruffled my hair,but the sea never spoke to me.Every person has a journey,for some it is long,while others it is short.No one can read our destiny;we only make it what it is to be.
