October 29, 2007

A lifetime unlived

You have a long road ahead
You have a lifetime still to live
You will have dreams fulfilled and broken
You will laugh and, sadly, you will cry
There will be beauty and, hopefully, a little darkness

Things are not always what they seem
And the lessons you will learn
Will not always be simple or painless
Many will probably only make sense in years to come

You will triumph and, at times, fail
You will love
Yes, you will definitely love
Sometimes wholeheartedly
Sometimes inadequately
But you will love

We may not always have the answers

You will do all these
And many more, my son

I just hope that I am able to give you the tools to come out the other side, in one piece, better for it,
A man who can confront his shadow
Confident in the truth that
He always lives his truth

October 17, 2007

On my knees

Who shall write of dreams
When the poets are gone
Who shall paint possibility
When the painters are gone
Who shall sing of hope
When the singers are gone
Who shall carve reality
When the sculpters are gone
Who shall love
When you are gone

Don't leave
There must be a way

October 10, 2007

Musical chairs pt 2

Mommy I hear voices singing my future, they sing off key to mock me, breed indecision with each twisted melody. My yesterdays have faded into the music archives of time, I dream of classics yet to be sung in my name, the voices still mock me, taunting with schizophrenic harmonies

Where have all the good songs gone?

The division of music into someone's random classification leaves those of us who exist in the grey area confused

Where have they gone, the good songs?

She used to sit, listening her grandmother hum, this was the soundtrack to her childhood, rooted in the earth, the womb, the soul, the calm preceded the storm of puberty, when she stumbled through the music of her youth, and finally understood why, on those sunday afternoons, listening to her small radio in the kitchen, placed next to the stove, why, in between sunday lunch and sunday chores, she would sometimes, not always, just sometimes, she would see a tear in her mother's eyes....

Why have all the good songs gone .....