Bedtime

Feeling sore, and
Feeling lazy.
Feeling hot, and
Feeling hazy.
Feeling short, and
Feeling cranky.
Feeling bed
On the horizon.
Feeling better
Than I have been.
Get some rest, and
Wake refreshed
It's what I like to do.

Live Life Abundantly

What more could I ask for
Than time with family?
Actually,
What more could I ask for
Than time?
Because it's not a guarantee
And though I don't stop
And appreciate that
As much as I should
I am now.
Because this could have easily
Been our first holiday as less
Than a whole family.
But we were all here today
Talking about places of old,
And potato canals
And even if nothing of substance
Was said,
We were together
Which is the deepest substance
Of a family.

Repeat Performance

Who says you have
The right to ask
When you have done
So much hurting.
Who says you have
The right to know
What's really
Going on with me.
You don't really care
So why should I share
Anything of substance
With you?
Take your selfish nature
And your insensitivity
Pack yourself a bag
And walk away again.

Suggestion

Lost on an island
Far away
Where pizza's gone
And the sky is grey.
Where monsters exist
As black as smoke,
Where polar bears live
Under heavy white coats.
Where the dead are alive
And the hurt are fixed.
Where there is time-travel,
Others, and all kinds of tricks.
Onto the island came
Doctors and con-men,
Users, the spoiled,
Torturers and salesmen.
All came here to
Live, only how will it end?
Put them back on a plane
And lets start again.

A Celebration Is In Order

Taxes are over
So I'll do a jig.
I'll celebrate the loveliness
A million ways.
No more papers
Or thinking too hard
Or stress about money
Or being faced
With my incredible lack
Of common sense.
Taxes are over
So I'll fly a flag.
I'll have a party,
I'll bake a tax-cake...
Or maybe I'll just
Have some hot chocolate
And take a break.

Perspective

Awake to dreams
But I am not
Asleep to suffering.
Yes, I see the gray
But I cannot
Ignore the sun that waits.
Such beautiful dreams
I'm known to have -
Such powerful truth
I've learned in the dark.
Such optimism
I've embraced with the sun.

Still Here

When you were a child
I held your hand.
Before you grew up
I let it go.
I let the distance
Grow between us,
And now I don't know
How to cross it -
Yet, I won't hesitate to be
There if you need me.
Maybe we should both
Need each other
A little more often.
And maybe
Just maybe
Buried deep down inside the man
Is that little boy.
So give me your hand
We'll bridge the distance.
While we wait out the storm,
Let's pray for the sun.

How Can I Help You?

The question should never be
What can I take?
It should be
What can I give?
Not because of obligation
Or religious reasons,
But because we are human -
And as such -
We need to take care of
Each other.
Because we would want
Someone to be there for us.
Just because it's
The right thing to do.

What Have You Got To Lose?

I could lose an arguement
I could lose a friend
I could lose a prized possession
I could lose the end.
I could lose a thought or thing
I could lose my mind
I could lose my brother
I could lose my time.
I could lose everything
I could lose it all
I could lose myself
If I let myself fall.

Stranger

When you look in the mirror
Do you recognize yourself?
Is the person staring back at you
The same?
When you look in the mirror
Is a stranger staring back?
Are the changes you've experienced
Just pieces you won't claim?
When you look in the mirror
Can you remember who you were?
In the face of who you are
And all the hearts you've slain?
When you look in the mirror
Can you reconcile yourself?
Can you find the child inside the man -
Be who we knew again?