Posted in original

Emotions of a Haunted Soul

I knock on wood and it knocks back, the eve of solitude has come to an end

Fear has marched away into the darkness

And what once was empty is now full

I can’t compliment all to fate, for it has sealed my sorrow so many times

Nor could I envy love

As its sweetness renders me motionless

I evaporate into the day, wilting ever so slowly

But I do not feel any bitterness

Alive and dead, at the same time

I rip open the sky and the sun shy’s away

Leaving rain and desolate coldness as it trickles down my spine

The marsh land turns into sea

While the soft singing wind whispers blindly

To hope and courage

Beating away cowardice and leaving

silence in its wake

Finally, when everything is said or have been expressed

it ends abruptly

 

Posted in life, original

in life….

find your strength, find inner peace

find the courage and be at ease

seek not the worldly things

for they will come and go

enjoy the important things

and learn what the important things are

be playful and be like a child

laugh until your sides and your cheeks hurt

enjoy each moment

 

Posted in friendship, inspirational, original

Have Courage My Friend

The beautiful flower blossoms in the winter, strong and sure

No weather can whither it for it was meant to bring color

To a colorless world of white snow

 

The salmon makes its way home no matter how treacherous

It’ll swim against the current to reach is breeding ground

No grizzly bear can stop it from reaching its goal

 

Why should you worry about life and about your struggles?

No problem is ever too big to solve

Whatever your troubles are, it will have its end

It may not be the solution you are looking for

It may be even better than you expected

 

Do not worry too much, you will be alright

Face whatever hurddle like the flower that blossoms in winter

Or like the salmon that swims head on, not minding

the dangers

You can make it, you’ll be alright

Posted in favorites

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,

 Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll.

 I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul.      

– William Ernest Henley