The Creek

This place,
where willows watch with wandering eyes,
As lost souls stop for a sip.

The creek whirreles and swirreles,
When man’s hands seek
to quench their parched lips.

This place,
where the creek holds man’s hand,
Silently stretching it’s slippery grasp to consume sin

Spitting out only those whose washed away of their greed.

This place
where willows watch with wonder in their eyes,
As many men sink slowly down with a siren cry.

A mothers love

Always caring, loving .
Always there when you need her.
Always cooking and cleaning for you.
Always there to pick you up when you fall.
Always thereto give a warm hug when you are sad.
A mothers love.

Always there to hold you and tell you its going to be ok.
Always watching over you.
Always protecting you.
Always keeping you in check.
Always making sure you know she loves you.
A mothers love.

The Ferris Wheel

The loud music rings through my ears.
The smell of popcorn and sweet candy swirl throughout the air.
I find myself zoning out not able to hear the rest of the peoples muffled cheers.
I never looked at high it went up, inside my head was already forming thoughts of despair.

The big wheel now stopped, which spun at a slow pace ahead of me just a few seconds before.
Stopping only to let joyed people on board.

I was next up.
Fear struck my body.
Man, it did go high up.

I looked to the side of my loved one.
Who stood strong and tall with no fear in their eyes.
Who was I?
Was I going to get too scared and not go on?
No, I wouldn’t let myself do that.
For them, my loved one.

I took one last look and hopped on one of the bright red passenger cars that were parked in front of me.
It wobbled under my weight.
Then found balance below my two feet.

3, 2, 1, lift-off.

As I was freely drifting through the sky I felt as if I finally found myself, as if I woke up a part of my body I didn’t know was there, I felt free.

I was free.

The Flames of a Phoenix

The phoenix who protects the world
With its luxurious golden flames
Keeps the cycle of life and death
Neverending
No life can exist without death
And no death may exist without life
Thus at the end of each cycle
The phoenix sets the world ablaze
With its destructive
Yet beautiful
Golden flames
The fire burns everything in its path
And soon no life remains
The cycle of life has ended
Giving way for the cycle of death
But death does not mean it is the end
For death is just rebirth
And soon, like a phoenix
Life may start anew

Joyful Time of Year

It’s that time of year,
All the holiday cheer,
Singing snowy songs,
As we walk along,
Wishing a Merry Christmas,
And a Happy New Year.

Red and green and white,
Flashing and glowing all through the night,
The silhouette of the Christmas tree,
Is most wonderful, don’t you agree?
Ornaments of all different shapes and sizes,
And an angel as beautiful as can be.

Kids frolic and play,
On that wonderful white day,
Stockings filled and presents await,
To be opened and emptied,
And to put a smile on everyone’s face.

Traditions of decorating the tree,
Listening to joyful songs,
Making gingerbread houses,
And going on trips to magical places,
Is what makes a Merry Christmas,
And a Happy New Year.

Memories

Memories
fury, relief
memories in my head
hypnotizing me.
Memories
racking my brain searching the recesses
of my mind.
But there was nothing there.
Don’t try to remember, You can’t,
its too dangerous.
I have all these questions, curious.
I was afraid…