Don’t look now. It’s the moment of truth.
Have no fear as all comes to light.
The darkness has passed. You know
what’s right. There’s a time and place
to face reality, and that time is now.
Collect some money and pay the piper.
It may sound funny but learn to love
the transient weather because it will,
one day, get better. No time to run away.
There’s no time to hide. Jump on the ride.
It’s the moment of truth. You’ve been
waiting and so has your unfilled destiny.
Walk toward the light. Do not fight it.
Lift yourself up and enjoy this moment
of truth. Conviction and pure attrition.
Ambition and depiction. Subscribe to
the feeling of being alive. Now, don’t
look back and face the music. Life is
a special gift. Be sure not to lose it.
I looked in the crystal ball.
I saw my birth, rise, fall,
and death. I saw my life
with its darkness and light.
I saw roots. I saw my family
tree growing tall and strong.
I saw me as a child, exploring
unknowns, with an innocence
only children know and show.
I saw my future. I saw better
days. From an ariel view,
I saw the choices I made
and trees throwing shade.
I saw everyday as a game.
I was the star player showing
no fear: grinning ear to ear.
In the crystal ball, I saw
me at the top of a mountain.
I saw that I found a fountain
of youth. It’s the damn truth.
I saw it all in my crystal ball.
I know what I saw, and I saw
what I know. I saw my life
unfold. I saw me grow old.
In the crystal ball, I saw me
write deep into the night.
Try to face challenges
that bring your best
self out. Walk away
from the path that was
once your past. Reach
for the stars you seek.
Raise the bar and see
life from the highest
valley. Be better than
you were yesterday.
Don’t run in place.
Find strength to go
against the grain
despite the pain.
Feel peace at last.
Enjoy what you have
before it becomes
a part of your past.
It’s not too late. Raise
the bar if you can
and find a place you
would want to land.
A Poet’s dream is to be heard
and not seen. A Poet’s dream
is to create, to wait, and to
discover one’s own fate.
A Poet’s dream manifests itself
in words, sounds, and mounds
of half-written ideas found
under the surface: underground.
A Poet dreams a dream brighter
than the sunlight and better than
a good night under the stars’
inviting sight. A Poet’s dream
is to change the world –
to rearrange things to release
one’s hidden pain. Just like
ghosts, Poets do not show them-
selves, but they do know them-
selves. A Poet’s dream
is to live a life that can manifest
itself before and during the night.
Love is in the air; I can feel it.
Something tells me good things
are coming. We can create a life
that consist of mostly sunny days
and starry nights. Love is the answer
to our questions. Love is a knife
that cuts tension. Our love will last
to our future from our past.
Love is rooted in love. Love me
as I love you. Love endlessly
for love is vast. Love is us. We
can never love too much. Trust.