Lessons from the Passage of Time - Hold fast, hold tight

The passage of time is something that we all must deal with in life. At times it is easily accepted, at others, not so much. One thing for sure though, is that it always flies.

During our most difficult times, it can seem like time is working against us. Life becomes a burden, and we question the purpose of our existence, even going so far as to reject any meaning to our life. It is in these times, where we realise, consciously or unconsciously, one of life's most important lessons - Hold fast and hold tight.

Life has a funny way of trying to buck us off our perch when things are going well. When we we feel this happening, we must continue to ride the waves of life. If we do so, we can not only take pride in our resilience, but we can also see another day, and even a lifetime of happiness and fulfillment. You may even see yourself getting married to the love of your life.

Well done on holding fast and holding tight, my friend. You deserve all the happiness and joy in the world. We all do. And one day, let's hope the world gets there.

My Abyss

The pain that it lingers.
The sorrow that it brings.
The sadness in between it,
never subsides but sleeps
From where it came from to where it grows.
A twisting branch of thorns.
A raging monster with a taste of death which,
Holds the future in its palms


To what power it holds. 
A pain in my chest, a darkness beneath.
In which a dagger it presents.
Rapped in shadows, covered in blood.
Its victim my soul its cut.
A flow of life its siphon hate,and lust.
To what it takes i must have,
That power of what my fate has touched.


To whats truth holds in the shadows of us.
Nothing brings light to whats behind us.
Where your shadow lies and rests its head.
Thoughts of when its hungers instead.
My heart its prey hunted by day.
For my soul is dark like the shadows to which it lays.
For what is right is not just.
For what is just is not right.
For this world lays in dust.


The bed that i lay the darkness that surrounds.
The intentions that i have not a soul can sound.
The pain that i yell, the sorrow that i feel.
For all alone i am, and the dreams that come forth me.    
For the blood i have shred, how steed fast i have come.
No one can come beside me, and try to pull me down.
From where i am to where they pull i am beneath them.
The abyss from which my shadow lives.

     

Love you

Her brightest day, Her darkest night
Her morning coffee, a strange delight
Her soft whisk smile, catches my sight
Our sights collide entwined in light
The brightness illuminates her night
Like a warm sensational fire fight.
For what we see, shared in sight
Future beyond, the eclipse of light

Her eyes, which glare into the night
Wishing upon, a starry sight
From where I see the star above,
I catch her wish, floating above.
Hold it close, wish it well,
Whisper "i love you baby"
And return to wishing well,

Toss a coin, hear the splash
My whisper echoes into the night
From what i held to what i wished
I returned to her with a gift,
The star which she wished upon,
A falling star always glides along
Engendering a sight she will hopefully catch
In which my heart will be, along side the flash.

Her smile is what i wish for,
A kiss is what she lusts for
Her star, is what i look for
her wish.. my heart fulfilled.

leaves

Take away my pain today
My cuts are deep, my wounds are sore
The thoughts i bare tend my sores
The leaves that turn bear new light
contrasting darkness that lays beneath my fright

My trees that shake with the wind
My branch, bare and brittle still
The longing for new leaves to spawn
The winter still a cold and unforgiving song
The echoes chill from tree to tree
The coldest heart will forever remain forever be

For the leaf that bears new light
There will always be the darkness side
for there's a Ying to my Yang
a cold to my warmth the day to my night
for the leaf will turn the darkness shown
my night has come my feeling cold.

The sun will come the light will shine
My branch still cold from the darkest of night
The warmest heart will forever beat,
My coldest heart will forever cease
I wait for the song to echo again
For the warmth to show again

I have seen friends come and go
In their garden my beloved flower may grow
sometimes in the wind,sometimes in the cold
And The most treasured sight
Is to watch those leaves unfold
Your light has shone my leaves have turned
My darkness a part of an unforgiving world

For you to see my story told,
For yet another leaf unfolds
I care for you for my light has shown
The darkest side is forever gone
My heart now beats the warmest of songs
The leaf has turned, the warmth has come
My coldest night is forever gone.

Time

The time has come, my day is done
my light is gone, my path is shunned
my heart still beats a hollowed song
for when her love will sing along.

Time has passed years have gone,
for when her touch will spark a song
a single beat to sing along,
time will pass along the road
for yet a song unfolds

The wind will blow, the ice will melt
for the love will be found again
when my path has lost it's bend
my bright light will shine again

My nights are cold, the darkness comes
my light is gone, the time has come
for me to sleep a lifeless night
my eyes close my troubles alight

My heart beats, my tears pour,
The sound of splashes tends my sores.
My night has come my feeling tore,
My heart is empty but still flows.
Time has passed my time will come
For that song to sing along.

My Rose

A tear for every friend astray, a smile for each memory found.
A petal for every tear shead, for every flower lost and found
Withers in darkness, shines in light, my flower stronger and bright.

Pillows wet and faces dry for the night brings sorrow and day brings strain, eyes are closed, but thy heart is open, lips are sealed but thou heart still listens, What is there cannot be found, for every beat there is a sound. For every sound there is a cry, what is there can still be found.

They are there, but they are not, their pain a whistle, silent but soft.
Soft the winds, tough the stem, but yet another petal perish.
Under the velvet snow it falls, what does it matter? nothing at all.
From me to you my flower shared, my feelings for you never dared.

The night has dawned, the day has bound, my stem was cut, my flower found to be lost again in an endless frown, cast down to my saddest gown, upon which i lay my head, for each tear drop makes a sound.

A brand new day, a brand new start, but night will come, the day is done the mask exhausted, a petal falls worn and exhausted.
My flower exasperated, diminish and downcast. For you i lay my stem humble and scared.

Happiness...

When one door of happiness closes, another opens, but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see one that has been opened for us. For some people happiness lies in others, to be happy when you make the effort to make another person smile, and their face lights up because the effort you put in was recognised and made a difference to them. To share that happiness is something people forget to do, selfishness to only to keep that for themselves, can happiness last when the things you do is only for your benefit?

Happy, real happiness is something that people have never witnessed in a long time, who can really be happy? When you see the world as it is, the friends that surround you, happiness has no place in that world, each time a door is closed, try to force it open because, on the other side happiness awaits you, sad reality of it is. There's nothing on the other side just another door, the door that has been opened for us, how do we know it will actually bring happiness, its another chance that we take, what's the difference between the closed door and the open door? Either way we don't know what lies beyond them, only the person that opens it for us does. For one person happiness lies in another, but for some happiness lies in hope, that staring at the closed door would one day open and the time spent staring at the door would pay off, people don't want to give up about something they care for, the person that's behind that door.

Happy times, is always a memory to keep, it's a fuel source that never runs out, a fire that will not by any means wither in the strongest wind or the harshest rains, it still burns bright, the smallest flames could keep anyone going in the cold nights. Nothing last forever, not even happiness, but the memories you have will last forever, doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing. Not all flames are worth being lit, some are worth the time and effort to put out, those are the flames that shine bright, but burns, scorches and scars those are the ones that are better off thrown in a river that kept dear, it never brings happiness but hurts, thorns that need to be pulled out of the wound so that in time it heals and what is left is a constant reminder, in time your knowledge and experience will bestow wisdom on you. The doors you have been through, you know how to open but its your choice whether to open them or not.

Where does your happiness lie? Does happiness actually exist in a world like this, will money buy you happiness or will love, can you buy another person's happiness? To be happy is such an easy concept, but to implement it in real life is like trying to get a camel through an eye of a needle. "If happiness is giving yourself completely to another, without a hint of selfishness, and complete disregard for your own self, then happiness doesn’t exist." (starinthroughmyrearview.tumblr.com)