Life as we want it?

The sun is rising, soft light falls through the
Window, bathing everything in a soft
Yellow glow. He wakes up, puts his feet on
The floor, he's alone, but now he wants more.

He walks out the door, flinches as the sun
Hits his face. The light shines on him with such
Grace, almost as if to say, "today is
Your day," that he can do it all his way.

He walks down the stairs, his house is near the
Beach. He raises his arms, as far as he
Can reach. He pushes the door open with his
Hand, he walks to the beach, down to the sand

He's standing on the shore, he seems deep in
Thought. The water round his heels, remembers
What he's taught. So full of life, so full of
Dreams, he greets the sun. He's content, so it seems.

He hears her voice, and all his doubt is washed
Away. He turns to her, her face as bright As day.
Ever so loving, they meet, they Embrace.
Together, they watch the sun rise with grace.

Cheers and Waiting,
Healing Poet

Reflections in a mirror

Staring through long curls of black and auburn,
Eyes of dark brown survey the scene before
Him. A sheet of crisp white paper sits on the
Table infront of him, illuminated by a candle. He
Tousles the highlighted hair aside as he picks
Up his pen, and lets it all flow from him.

The words tumble out from him in a cavalcade
Of metaphors and feelings. He marshalls them
Into lines of thought, lines of emotions, carresses
Each word as it has come from his heart, Writes
Each word with the passion and care of a lover
He gives life to the once blank sheet of paper.

The candle is nearly out, the light sinking so low
To the table it blackens the wood around it. He
is almost finished. The words have not stopped
Flowing. He has much to write about, much to pen
Out. Finally, the last word has been recorded, has
Been immortalised on the paper. He has done it

Behold, his heart translated in writing.

Cheers and Waiting,
Healing Poet

Post Tidbit

Ruffled by the wind, the writer’s
hair framed his face, marred by
the scars of his vanity.
No wonder he’s single.

This was written for me by someone. I like it

Cheers and Waiting
Healing Poet

I don't normally break the fourth wall by talking directly to readers, it's just those who assume I'm talking to them. This time however, I'm going to talk directly to you.

Songs that I want to be able to use to describe how I feel now:

Heaven by Bryan Adams
With you by Chris Brown
Accidentally in Love by Counting Crows (great song)
First time ever I saw your face by David Cook
You are so beautiful by Joe Cocker/Taylor Hicks

Songs that actually describe how I feel now:

One Last Cry by Brian Mcknight
You're beautiful by James Blunt
Dreaming with a broken heart by John Mayer
I'll be right here waiting by Bryan Adams (in a sense)
Passion by Hector Corcin (Instrumental, but you know what I'm getting at)
Better than me by Hinder (certain parts)

Cheers and Waiting
Healing Poet

Magic

Magic is all around us. I repeat, it is all around us. It's just been given different names. The way water turns into water vapour is called evaporation. The way we fly is called aerodynamics. the way we live is called anthropology. We have let science take over almost every facet of our lives. Not that that's a bad thing, but...lets face it, we are lost, and we have lost. We are lost in our own worlds of technology, drowning in all the latest advancements in communications, learning, development, it never ends. We have lost sight of the magic we once had. Even if we didn't know, we had to guts to believe in it. Now, we never do anything without proof that it works.

Why? Where is the faith? Where is the belief? where is the magic? My father used to tell me that he drank milk everyday as a boy to help him grow up strong. Now everyone is afraid to drink milk. Why? Because someone found something bad in ONE product. Then all the other skeletons were expunged.

No one has faith anymore. No one believes in anything anymore. That's what I miss.

He's staring at a candle. two candles. actually. He lighes one first, then the other. Their side by side, twin flames reaching upwards in the darkness. He watches as the flames seem almost attracted to each other, eventually creating one bigger than the sum of both seperately.

He found out something about her, something he should have figured out a long time beforehand. It wasn't a bad thing, but something he knows he should have asked about right from the beginning. It's not a bad thing per say. But he's kicking himself anyway.

Why? Ask him.

Cheers and Waiting,

Healing Poet

Requiem

Every word I write today, I write with one intent in mind.

The warm summer evening just draws to a
Close, shimmers cross the water like golden
Cloves. Warm sand a sultry, yet vibrant hue,
Much like ochre under a sky a dark blue.

Even as the last rays of sunshine leaves
Her face, her features still bright, still retain
Their grace. Her beauty so bright, when the sun
has set, But there's still light, the first time we met.

She's making footsteps in the soft, warm sand
I make my own prints, make them with my hand
She joins me in my quest, she puts her hands in
My prints, we laugh alot, through heartfelt grins.

As the laughter dies down, the mood shifts so
slowly. The humour gives way, to new feelings
glowing. Let the feelings set in. We see
Each other, and so we speak from within.

All our secrets, fantasies, our goals and
Our dreams, all layed out, for the other to
See. What happens now, if I'll play it safe.
Well, we'll see. Because I'm willing to wait.

Cheers and Waiting
Healing Poet

Journey

I walked this path I set for myself.
without chains, without inhibitions.

Without regrets.

Things I brought with me
A hand to hold, so I knew I was not alone
A consequence, for I knew no one could face them with me
A bit of my past, to remind me of my fears
A bit of my future, to remind me of my courage
A promise, to remind me to return
A broken heart, to remind me why I left
My thoughts, to show me how to follow my head
My feelings, to show me how to follow my heart
My pain, to help me when I was blinded by the light
My hope, to help me when all other lights went out
My tasks, to keep my feet on the ground
My goals, to help me dream

A radiant smile, to bind it all together.

Cheers and waiting,
Healing Poet