the faces behind the doors
are not the same anymore.
As we walk, we look back
at a time that inherited our name.
Remembering the times there
in the maelstrom of memories
that come flooding back
to haunt us with faces
of that long ago.
Our head spins as we walk
stepping back into our yesterdays
with its happiness, sadness
and grief that came our way.
We stumble over things
we had forgotten long ago
as we are overtaken
in a maelstrom of memories.
13 February 2012
all the wonders that surround us.Our eyes look at onlywhatever catches our first glance.We miss all the other thingsthat go on around us there.We look with blind eyesmissing all that we should see.The world and all its splendour,which is ours to enjoy.So the next time you siton a park bench somewhere.Look beyond what you first…
Gathering dust on my shelf.Then came a chance encounter.From a past half forgotten.A voice across the internet.A conversation was taken.An introduction was made.A new voice who sounded my praise.Soon there was another and another.From different parts of the world.Four ladies who have helped me.To find myself again.They are strangers, but friends.Kindred souls whom I’d never…
the life I used to lead,yet now after fruitless searchesI find a dream that is impossible,I’ve met someone with all the thingsthat has made me fall.The way she holds meand cuddles close.The way she kisses meinjecting such passion.Somehow, I knoweven with all the love I can giveI cannot win herbecause of the cruel wayshe has…
a twilight at the end of dayburning horizon, beauty display.A balloon about to bursta child near dreamlands sleepvisions of a happy daycrowd some small memory.A parents goodnight kiss,a prayer before the sandman callssleepy eyelids flutterbefore night engulfs them all6 June 1979
my parents remarkedon what I was doingwas just a passing phaseand I would soon get over it.Now with 1307 songs and lyrics,just over 3000 poems,175 short stories,34 books and 3 plays writtenI am still on this passing phase.Maybe one day this passing phase will endand I will become a proper writer.It has been a long…
Tonight we make more memoriesto share throughout our years.We hold one another tightafraid to let the other goin case it is just a dreamand like the sun embracing the snow,they will be gone again.Our goal is to be unitedwithin the path of loveand tonight we make more memoriesthat will never fade away.
