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)

A Spirit

No life but still lives..
To die is to live.
To make mistakes... a burden.
To lose a friend... means she wasnt one to start with..
You tell me..
Pain is enjoyable to a point of relief.
Memories a knife that kills more than any mortal weapon..
Yet besides all this we dare to live...

why? each step we take is a potiental nail in our foot..
A daring knife in our back, a thorn in our side
Can never be crush, but still trampled
Never falls but still pushed
Each step we take is a potential pathway to continuous happiness...
A simple remedy for life everything in life
Simply comes down 2 attitude
Every observance, every situation, every mistake.

Notice the difference between what happens when a man says to himself "i have failed" and what happens when he says "i am a failure"

In life we fail, it's human nature that errors are committed in our life, but ideally we make those choices to let that error happen, it's not of someone else's doing that we fail but of our own accord.

Everyone learns from their mistakes, no one is perfect, but to pick yourself up every time you make that mistake is what matters, people make mistakes it's a matter of differing between right and wrong, to acknowledge what you make done, to accept that you have failed. Not everyone's views are the same so moral values differ from person to person, so a third party person in your life judges your decision, in their eyes could be seen as a failed decision or the outcome is not of his liking or the society that we live in for that matter, but the outcome of the decision is only for your benefit, what you do with that outcome and how you deal with it is the major difference between a failure and acknowledging your failure and rising to the trial of getting over it.

In a year, you might fail once, twice or maybe even three times but the reality of that is you would fail, a million time in a day and wouldn't realise the errors you have made, it's the little things in life that measure up to a point where a decision has to be made what to do with the mistakes and failed attempts. It's a matter or being able to climb up those stairs tripping, falling down, picking yourself up and just keep running up, being shot down doesn't mean you can't get to where you want because you cant fly anymore, its a matter of tying up those broken wings and using what you have left to get what you want or to get where you want, yes you would get tramped on, kicked at, pushed aside, but the emotional drive that lies in what your heart desires pushes not only you but the human body to such extremes that things that seem impossible to one person, can be seen as within their grasps of another.

Path to life isn't always set out for us, it's what we do with the tool's we have to make the path what we want it to be. life is always going to have it trials and tribulations, no one is perfect. Perfection is over rated, but trying to achieve it is not, wishing that life would throw you a life line, and turn your head when it does is just stupidity. Is someone ever the reason why your failure succeeded? Ask a person that failed three times and still got up, all he needed to know was blood was still pumping through his body and had a heart of gold, never give up on something you believe in unless what you believe in gave up on you, life throws you a life line and lets go because it believes its not worth your time anymore in letting go it allows you to fall, and learn so when you hit rock bottom, pick up that line, run up the stairs tie up life as you 'knew' it and let it roll down the stairs when you're on top, you would never want to climb down again, then live how you would want to not how life should be lived it leaves no chance of failure. The dust has settled with the trials of life and it shows the difference when a man says to himself "I have failed" and what happens when he says "I am a failure".

Failure is not an option for some people, they want what the heart desires but it comes to a point where the the trials of reaching what their desire is an impossible task, like running at a brick wall over and over again, unless you got something big enough to smash it down, failure is not an option it's something that is cast upon us that destroys our willingness to continue the fight for what we want. Accepting that you have failed, is acknowledging the trials and errors as useless but, to pick yourself up after you failed is the difference between stating "I have failed" and sitting and soaking up the mistakes and failed trials is accepting "I am a failure".