I'm afraid to love you
For people always seeking new
I'm not telling that it is you
Just old things treasured by few
Everything is good as blossoming flower,
Could we make it fresh in forever?
I couldn't risk what is left of me
Unsure of the love you promise
Don't get me wrong, we feel the same I know
Fearing to lose the love once more.

I've realized that I rely on "things"
such as pills,
to get me through the daze.
Weather it's the clouds in my lungs,
or the syrup that I swallow,
or even latest Salvatore novel,
I've just gotta have that "thing" to distract me from here.
Because I find this reality too much to bear.
Living vice-to-vice, couting down the years.
I just want everyone to be happy.

Self therapy.
**** rips in my kitchen.
Talking to oneself can be so productive.
Pacing back and forth with constant muttering.
I just want everyone to be happy.

When I wrote Tranquility and listened to the breaking waves
I never stopped to think of those who hear the breaking waves
In the search of freedom from tyranny
I wrote Normandy D Day 6th of June
But never once while walking the beaches
Did I think of the hell those young men faced
Creativity was penned in twenty minutes
And written on my mobile phone
While sitting in my tent during a thunderstorm
But you are all equally creative
I was sat gazing at the rising moon
Thinking of a special person so many miles away
And imagination just took over
And then I took a long hard look at the world as we now know it
HOPE
Yes hope was the result

it's named after his wife;
crashing on his wedding anniversary

Flying through the universe on the solar waves of forever
Filled with astral thoughts as the body lightens like a feather
The silvery cable ties a burning soul unto the ground
As the spirit forces to find bliss of the galaxy unbound
Mind’s control the star beams that drift unendingly
Fingers dip in celestial streams as tender as can be
To find the truest source, is to find a dreamless dream
Witness the supernova and feel the things unseen
Never fear the journey that unfolds a million times
Fear the patterned voyage stuck just beneath the eye
The third that sees the Mandala as a perfect flower still
On the day we wake the inner, the cup we have yet to fill

It doesn't need to be a big reason,
Or a sensible one. All it has to be
Is a good enough reason
For you to maintain your life.

I live for my family, for my friends;
It is difficult sometimes though,
To remember this reason.
But it is always there.

It draws me back into life,
Into breathing and laughing
And hurting and crying
And feeling something akin to *alive.

No more cascading through endless dreams, lost is the moment in between.
Like something never found in the midst of looking, taking every feeling in the lack of loving.
There is little to ponder on in a soft hearted lover, seeing the rain but wanting more than cover.
Time is a mystery no more useless than the rest, but no matter how much passes waiting for the final test.
We may change our perception of the past to fit a wanted future, but we may never know trapped in a material stupor.
Searching for the moments we kept, too old to open an aged box of regret.
Living inside stoke illusions, forgetting that we are left to find the solutions.