Perhaps!

Perhaps we’re not afraid of death
But of our name plucked from the air,
Of the silence that surrounds a thing
That’s just no longer there.
For we never really know
The lifespan of a single sound,
How many years after a body stops
A name will stick around.
Perhaps it stretches generations
Echoes one last time, then never,
Until the space it filled’s replaced
By its unknown loss forever.
Or maybe there’s another way
It lives after we fade,
It’s why we write our names’ on books we own
And all we’ve ever made.
It’s a sliver of remembrance
In a world prone to forget,
The taste of who we were
On lips of one we’ve never met.
The hope they’ll stumble on the stories
We have loved, worn down with age,
That there they’ll find what we had left:
Our name upon the cover page.
And for just that fleeting moment
It’s as though we’ve beaten death,
That in the whisper of those words
We have taken one more breath.

Dare To Dream

There was a creaking in her attic,
The kind that settles in your bones,
Makes your heart flee when you have the thought,
Of facing it alone,
Her mind made it an object,
With each creak sending her numb,
Like the noise possessed a pair of hands,
Wrapped tight around each lung,
The world told her to fear it,
"There is nothing good in the unknown",
And she wondered if they'd ever faced,
A creaking of their own,
So she built herself a ladder,
From the thoughts that screamed to stop,
And she climbed into the darkness,
Waiting at the very top,
There inside her attic,
Prepared to fight it to the death,
Her fingers shook against the switch,
And fear gripped at her breath,
As the light flickered above her,
Not a monster was in view,
But a group of dreams she'd not dared have,
In fear they'd not come true,
The creaking in her attic,
Had been a plea in her heart,
A dare to face the unknown,
And release it from the dark,
Because you won't encounter freedom,
If you give into your fright,
Sometimes the bravest thing you'll ever do,
Is just turn on the light.

The Path

From the second that you’re in this world,
They tell you what is “fair”,
The questions you’re allowed to ask,
And the ones you wouldn’t dare,
Placed on the path they’ve paved for you,
Life pushes you along,
Without the chance to stop and think,
If it’s right where you belong,
But beyond your pathway’s edges,
Is where living really starts,
A land of risk and danger,
A land of broken hearts,
They’ll tell you you should fear this land,
That there’s no good there at all,
As they live their lives as they’ve been taught,
Behind expectation’s wall,
But the best people you will ever meet,
Have wandered off their track,
Found themselves along the way,
And have no need to wander back,
So forget about life’s road map,
Follow your heart at any cost,
For you’ll never truly find yourself,
If you’re too scared to get lost.

Young Explorer !

When you were young and scared of nothing,
You were enchanted by the moon,
And a field of glowing stars that clung,
To the ceiling of your room,
You drew lines to link their beauty,
Made constellations of your own,
An explorer of the universe,
With your warm bed for a throne,
And you remember one cold evening,
When those stars had lost their light,
How you grabbed your favourite sweater,
And padded out into the night,
And the sight that lay above you,
Made your tiny heart start reeling,
As a sea of glinting starlight danced,
On the worlds now darkened ceiling,
But though the stars strung high above you,
Claimed you were part of it all,
You couldn’t stop their large expanse,
From making you feel small,
For despite all of the lines you drew,
The constellations stayed the same,
And every star you made your own,
Already had a name,
But listen young explorer,
For a star’s light can be slow,
And the ones you see above you,
Were made a long long time ago,
And though the world won’t see it,
Until this earth’s a lot more worn,
The moment that you saw the sky,
A brand new star was born. 

Once Upon A Time

What if I read to you a story,

Starting; “ Once Upon A Time”,

And you realised that it was your life,

Spelt out in every line,

Would you hear my voice with wonder,

As it brushed across each word,

And pray my arms had strength to hold,

The truth about your world,

Would your view on life be different,

And would it shock you most to find,

That the things you thought defined you,

Could be summed up in just two lines,

And all the ones you took for granted,

The ins and outs of every day,

Play a bigger part in who you are,

Than you’d ever dared to say,

Would you wonder at the pages left,

And all the places that they’ll lead,

Then vow to make each moment,

One that you’d be proud to read,

Beacause there is a story of your life,

But it’s you that holds the pen,

And I hope you fill the pages right,

Before you reach the end. 

The school of gossip

Welcome to the School of Gossip
Where you'll learn to judge lives
Passing around what little you know
Not caring if it's a lie

We'll teach you the art of digging deeper
How to squeeze out all the latest info
Given to you by third parties
Adding what you wish as you go

Learn to draw the listener in
Starting  conversations with
"Did you hear about" is a favorite
Or "You're  not going to believe this"

There's an advanced course in "When you make someone cry"
Playing the part of an innocent friend
Having a listening ear and a shoulder nearby
Getting juicy tid bits and adding your spin

We have the highest graduation rate
Of any school in town
Make something up about us, tell all your friends
Just make sure you pass it around

No Expectations

I rest upon the windowsill of life’s great expectations
Watching as the world spins by so fast
Not blinded by all the well established estimations
The world brings into our vision from the past

Curiosity and depth of soul have made me who I am
Proudly resting in my own individuality
Watching with no expectations from the windowsill of life
Freely existing in my own personality

Who you are and what you do is of great interest to my soul
Yet I have no expectations of you my friend
I am so very happy to watch you from the windowsill of life
Free to be the individual you hold within

If you will come and sit beside me and rest upon life’s windowsill
We will watch together as the world spins by so fast
Just accept me as I am and I will do the same for you
Such a splendid friendship we will have