My Rock.

He built a rock for me to stand on
And he showed me the the view
He captured my imagination
And watered it until my wonder grew
So big
It needed a pair of wings
So he fashioned these for me too
-They took years to make;
He wove them with trust
He wove them with belief
He wove them with great love
And with our laughter
All for me
-His daughter.

And then one day
I didn't need to stand on the rock
Though, from it's foundation I grew
Tall enough to see the view
For myself.

And on that day
We both knew...
So he handed me the wings he'd made
And into the world, I flew...

Without fear.

The Beat.

I used to point the finger
Blamed situation
Circumstance
For standing in the way
Of my chances
But one day I realised the finger
Was pointing at me
All this time
At my own hands
On my own clock:
I had been the thief
Of my own self belief
Positioning
Mind built obstacles
Carefully in place
Obstructions in the path
The one my heart
Has known to be true all along.

But one thing the heart has,
That the mind has not
-Is a song
A steady beat
Uncluttered by thought
-It dictates the simple
Movement of feet
And when you listen
Life is sweet
It's in tune
And when you don't
The heart plays your song louder
Until soon
You can't deny the power
Of your own music
Your own song
The one that's been there all along
But is forgotten
When you point the finger
Or blame situation,
Circumstance...

No.

Don't forget.

Just listen.

There is no time to blame
There is no time to linger
Pointing fingers
In time
They only point back to you
But don't be discouraged
Behind the accusations
Lies the truth
Be honest
It doesn't take a sleuth
Look harder
At the finger pointing
It is at the tip
You will find the direction
You will find the start
Of the path that leads
The way back to the music
To the song in your heart.

And when you listen
Mind built obstacles dissolve
Because your focus is
On the song
-The steady beat
Uncluttered by thought
And dictating the simple
Movement of feet
And it's here
Life is in tune
Life is sweet
Just listen to your heart beat.

Moved.

I had been standing still
That is until,
The violins crept up on me
Tugging at my heart with their strings
While the beat merged with my pulse
Until the world outside, felt false
So I escaped through the nylon bars
Disappearing down the hole of the guitar
Following the sound
And chasing the tail of the melody
Until I found,
That the music had moved me.

You Will Be.

From your eyes to your nose
Tears
From your eyes to your nose
It rains on the rose
In your cheek

From your nose to your chin
Quivering
From your nose to your chin
Trembling
But I know
A smile is sleeping
Within

I'll wake it up
- I'll sing
Till the corners of your mouth
Begin rising
And the rose in your cheek
Starts to bloom again

I'll sing

Until
From your eyes to your nose
From your nose to your chin
Smiling
Again
You will be
Laughing
Again
You will be...

And I'll never stop
So you won't have to either.

Elated.

If this is all there is
Then I'm elated;
For the people I've held
And the arms that have held me
For the music I've heard
That has set my heart free
For the lines
Laughter has drawn around my eyes
And the tears it has dried
For the faces I've found
In a city I thought foreign
Yet just another home
To wandering souls like me
All of us searching
For a place, to be...
Here in the unknown
I have found solace
In its palace grounds
I'm left guessing
Wondering what's around the corner
But never worrying
Just trying
Attempting to find
Exactly what, I know not
But I'm glad I've never waited
For if this is all there is
Then I'm elated.

Musings.

I crossed paths with my muse
And we danced in the light
Of imagination

-A landscape of no limits
And freedom of expression
A space for painting pictures
Never to be fenced in by frames

No, not here;
These pictures go on forever,
An open composition
Where the palette of the heart
Lightens the heavy brush strokes
Of the mind

Here, they are one
Here, in the act of creativity
Union flows through expression
Something for which
You need no lessons

Here,
In the light of imagination
I become a single movement
Painting the world inside
To help find my place in the gallery
Outside

Here,
In the light of imagination
Capturing movement
With broken brush strokes
Perfect imperfections!
-I am my own impressionist.

Hopeful.

Hope is a life jacket
That inflates
When the soul feels like sinking
From all this useless thinking
-90,000 thoughts a day, so they say:
Most of them on repeat
Weighing us down
When we ought to just focus
On lifting our feet

Moving.
Forward.

Swimming upstream
Floating on the backs
Of our dreams
Wrapped in these life-jackets
Of hope.

Do you see what I see?

I wish for him to see what I see:
A gentle heart
Sincere eyes
His existence
Is a prize
We all win
Just by knowing him.

I think he believed this to be true
Once
Upon a time he knew
But situations, circumstance
Have since clouded his view.

And so I wish for him:
For this fog to part
To lift the dark mist
Hanging over his heart
Back to where it is light
And where he will find a new start.

And it is here he will see what I see:
A gentle heart
Sincere eyes
A heart and mind like no other
Inside a man
I am honoured to call my brother.

Within.

I'm not looking for destinations
But worlds within worlds
Within myself, within you
I long for a long winding road
But never to wind down
And to embrace the bends
Like long lost friends

My legs, my arms, my head
A vehicle for the dweller inside
To travel life, steering with the heart
Following a crash course of mistakes
To learn of the prize
And see more clearly, with headlights for eyes
Powered by the light inside

In a space, on a journey that is fleeting
And navigated by millions of hearts beating
To the rhythm that is life
And the song of its being
Hummed within you, within me
Within flower, within tree
Within worlds, within worlds
Travelling,
But never to arrive, only depart
Not looking for destinations;
Just the world inside my heart.

Just Like You.

Just like you
He said
I can feel blue
He said
And I can see red
Just like you
I am another mind
Thinking inside another head
Inside feeling

Just like you

I am
But a present
Wrapped in different paper
Inside
A bird with a heart
That sings
Though born
With these clipped wings
A puppet for life
Minus a few strings
Outside struggling

Just like you

I am
Searching for my path
Searching
For a way through
Life to see
And be seen
But not as a creature in the zoo
It's true

Just like you

I am
A son, a brother
And one day
I hope to be
Somebody's lover
And somebody's father
Just like you
I have a book of dreams
Only mine
Only mine
Came with an odd looking cover.