We all have our demons

We never get the chance to say the most important thingsThat is to say, I loved you and goodbyeOur lives are like a second in each dayHere for a brief moment and forever gone awayAny tears of sorrow we leak from our eyesAre there because of our missed chancesOf saying, I loved you and goodbye

I wanted to take you in my armsand really ravish you.However, you would have none of it,and time marched on and on.Now we are both getting on a bitI still want to ravish you.Only now, I can’t rememberwhat I’m supposed to do.Old father time has robbed me of my memoryand I’ve forgotten what to do.19…

we must try other ways.Nothing is so die castthat it cannot be changed,changed for another way.No problem is unsolvableproviding you have the tools at hand.Before you give up on anythingjust rememberthere is always another way.16 March 2008

removing the stale airleft behind by a baking sun.You sit in the early hoursfeeling refreshed, rejuvenatedand ready to start another day,roofs hold a shimmerfrom the evening’s rain beforeas a comforting feelingenvelopes you as you relax.

of years gone by,letters and photographsfilled with memoriesof years before we grew old.As I opened the lidthe memories came flooding outand swirled around my head,memories filled with smiles and laughterat the things we used to do.

before we tramp along the beachbouncing little balls.We will scatter like the four windsto our favourite stomping grounds,some to glass pyramids overlooking sandy seas,others to where four walls surround.But for some the measure of writingwill follow their retreat,they will lock themselves awayfrom the hustle of passing feet.For Cliff the space waysand the erotic future hoards.For…

For centuries, thousands of ships and menhave met a watery grave.Some have been lost to stormsthat seem to come from nowhere,while others to battles fought at sea.Whatever reason they went downtheir secrets went with them.Now the sea holds many secretsand is reluctant to let go of them.11 February 2008

we find a sad reflectionof ourselves buried within.A reflection of how we’ve hurt,someone at sometime,but most of the time,it is the mistakes we’ve made,or debts that are left unpaid,that come back to haunt usin their special way.However, sometimes on opening,Pandora’s Box of memories,the good things come pouring out.The ones that make us smileand yell hip,…

to keep us going through each day.It’s a sad lifewhen we’ve only memoriesto make our life stay alive.Memories are all rightto reminisce with othersabout times gone by.But it’s a sad and lonely lifeif they are all you haveto make your life alive.10-11 April 2009

there are people who are richthere are people who are poorthere are people who are happythere are people who are sadthere are those who encourageand those who discourage.I’m a little bit of them,though some may dispute that claim.The fact that all of usare just about the same.Some might be a little moreof one thing than…

swaying back and forwardunder a warm breeze.The sun is warming youfrom your fingers to your toes.You’re on an island paradiseaway from the chilly winds that blow.Relaxing in that dream world,you have made for yourself,while the real worldis a million miles away.22 March 2008

One was the talent to writewhich I do prolificallynot for profit or gain,but just to entertainand make people thinkand smile occasionally.The other gift God gave to meis far more mysteriousand something I cannot fully understand.I see and hear thingsI cannot readily explain.Not all what I see and hearcan always be seen or heard by others.There…