Given the Will to Write

Time after time

Sat at the screen that replaced the machine

Mechanical as it was but beautiful as they are

Still time moves to dawn upon us technilogical advances

Helping and aiding but in aiding came new villiany

Scenery, scenario's, life experience

The subjects that gave writing reason for being

With windows that face a dark road of wide eyed menaces

Orange glows light up the lines that guide even the worse of us

Making sure we end up where we should be placed

But those have gone

Never to see unwritten words on the paper before it appeared

As plain as the one who smiles with no expression

Not pretending or false application

But loss of the ability to fool even a king

A painter can see what they wish to paint

A photographer can see what they wish to take

With each image they give a thousand words appear

Harder than just an image a thousand words to be

Finished is the art that are sharp and beautiful

An artist of words cannot paint the letters they cannot see

Lost for words and imagination is what has become

Hard to shape the letters or continue the flow of words

Cohesive lines that make no sense

Much to the disgust of the artist as the art itself

Looking for inspiration and bringing faith into the equation

Searching for the light that sparked my intention

The flicker of hope to continue this essay

The switch that has shrowded into the depths to wait and stay

Before discovery is made to return it back to its rightful place

Thanks to you the words have returned

No need for scenery nor life experience

Projecting a single light to follow

Giving a lifeline to hold on to

The winged ones will wait another day

If In Doubt

It is the steadiness

It is the soft calm sound

It is the ease and comfort

Ever known only as the crash and burns

Only known as the pain and suffering that it can bring

It was always a dream

It was always a distant call

It was always the hardest thing to do

Seemingly difficult to let out

Difficult to understand the reason why it is what it is

It never will be the thing you hope for

It never will be the delightful end of a story book

It never will be the unforgetable moment

Sometimes by chance it all makes perfect sense

By chance it will ever be a passed phase

It can be the best in ones life

It can be the one moment you dreamed to dream

It can be the very contradiction of attraction

As if in doubt you are unable to see

If in doubt you are afraid

Follow not my words

Follow not the history

Follow not the advocate

Continue on with your words

On with your lifes dream

Sat in front of you is the one who was, is and will be remembering you as you are.

Help For a Lost One

This is was asked of me to write and therefore I shall gladly pursuit this request although I'm not too sure how this can help but I shall see what I can write for you.

Contradiction works for every situation

Whether in the road or on the footpath to a destination outside our range

We can always believe

But understand that one perception is another clueless thought

You see a clown another sees fear

One wink is another ones blink

Obvious is also in the line of fire when you speak of such confusion

It is only done so when you think logically

But with every notion there is illogical thinking involved

Mensa could not work it out

Chemicals change what the result is and you believe what your experiment results give

You can say it was one

But to another it was something else with you as the middle joker

Maturity was mant to make things easier

To make your words sweeter and lighter on the ears

But backfire comes from the best when they change too soon or too late

What is hated is loved and what is loved is hated

Looks the same but stayed different

A smile is what is needed or is that naive?

Cheers to the drinks we once had in a circle

Clinging onto the memories we hold but thinking of possibilities creates regret

When the coin falls, it won't go straight

It hits the bottom with a clink that resonates in the sea of blue

Couldn't whip this away if I tried

Your lessons are for yourself to teach and learn

Never hearing what you want to have done

Make up your mind and dream of a breeze that carries away the instinctive ways we give and take

Your mind questions what you regret and what you understand

Clasped so tight we walk far

But only so far as to the curb

A lipful connection doesn't consent in further directions

But the blissful fruit we all try to reach for

At the top the apple fell

That is why the tree grows ever so much stronger

Picking it for pleasure or picking for keeps

In the end it was gonna be forever

and it is your sense that makes it not the collective minds around

Which is it that you choose to keep up

Likelihood that weather will come and blaze upon you and then you will sing

Remember hopes and dream only happen with strive

Motion with force

and trust in the smiles and arms that open and speak