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

Words

Gather words like wild flowers,

Melt them in your mouth like snow,

Find them on bathroom doors and corner stores

of the places that you go.

Wait ’till they settle in your palm

Or run the world to chase them down,

Catch phrases dropped by passers by

Before they shatter on the ground.

Find words that roar and words that whisper,

Words to tear the skies apart,

Words that speak both to the cosmos

And the hidden corners of your heart.

And then press them between pages

Or spin them into thread,

Weave them in and out of silence

To sew the things you most want said.

Spill every word you have collected,

Make it messy, make it neat,

And when there’s no more words within you

Pick yourself up and repeat.

You are your HOME!

If there’s one thing that I may tell you,
Let it be: You are your home,
Your body is the only house
That you will truly ever own.
Maybe it’s got some broken windows
And there are tear-stains on the floor,
Maybe you lock the things you wish weren’t
Behind its many doors.
But there is wisdom on its bookshelves
And a laugh to light the rooms,
There’s a vase upon its table
Where the love you’ve grown all blooms.
Dreams sit on the mantelpiece
Next to kindness and your trust,
Where you use them all so often
They have no time to collect dust.
Your body is your shelter
So you deserve to love it all,
Don’t let the world stand outside
And tell you how to paint your walls.
How lucky that you have somewhere
To protect you from the night.
And if there are cracks left open from the past?
Well, then they just let in more light.

Now

We're waiting for tomorrow,

But tomorrow never comes,

Our last breath is right upon our heels,

Yet we still refuse to run.

86400 seconds,

And we're in another day,

All slipping through our fingers,

As we look the other way.

Days, weeks, months and years,

Are made up of right now,

A string of fleeting moments,

That we can never pin down.

We gaze into the future,

As though it's where we're meant to be,

Always planning for that day,

When we can say we're happy.

We spend so long looking forward,

That we may as well be blind,

Since we don't see until the very end,

All the things we've left behind.

Now I know it's just a theory,

But I think I've worked out how,

The only way to happiness,

Is to love what we have now.

Space

I've met people trapped in crowds
Who think that "space" means you're alone,
Who find their silence too deafening
To spend much time on their own,
They ask how I can hear the whispers
If I stand back from the crowd,
But surely whispers are drowned out
When where you're standing is so loud?
If all you see of those around you
Is the back of someone's head,
Don't you think the bigger picture
Would mean so much more instead?
Just like you can't find constellations
By looking at a single star,
Sometimes the world does not make sense
Until you watch it from afar,
Space does not mean you're empty
It just means you've room to grow,
It doesn't mean you must be lonely,
For there's more people you can know,
Because the space between two beats
Just shows you have a working heart,
And it's the only way to tell
If you're apart or a part.