Category: dreams

Looking for you

I spent my life looking for you

Now I have found you,am happy but blue

It’s too late for you to be my mate

Wasted years, parlous state

Too many miles travelled

Too many locks to unravel

Could I be selfish and go with my heart

Whilst breaking many others,would just be the start

Now I stand on the precipice 

Looking back and forwards on the edge of bliss

Knowing that glimpse is my only prize

Now a life wedded to duty and fuelled by lies

I spent my life looking for you

Such a stupid thing to do! 

Secrets and dreams

My dreams I can articulate, 

They show my passions and my schemes,

Beam light on future directions  and  my passions major themes.

My secrets, I don’t articulate

They show maybe hurt and pride, some I keep hidden

Like an iceberg deep inside, those memories unbidden

Rarely looked at by myself

I need to understand the beliefs, stacked upon the dusty shelf

They impact on my dreams and stop me being true to self


Adventure to one is purgatory to the next,
An unusual and exciting or daring experience,
Kick starts the hormones, prestiges giddyness,

Thats what they would have us believe,

Testing the boundaries,kicking the traces,

Striving to have fun, finding four aces,

Be it the adrenaline rush, or the wonder inspired,

Its out of the comfort zone, effort required,

Adventure will be high on our lists

Even where anxieties sneakily persist.
Adventure to one, is purgatory to the next,

It depends on ones psyche, whether it feels like a hex,
I read of adventures enacted by some,

Mountain climbing, and round the world sailing leave me numb,

Free styling across high and barren cliffs, bungee jumping over an abyss, 

I freak at the thought, at the mind blowing effort,

My soft psyche thinks unpleasant,

Testing the body to the limits, a half inch from death,

The thought makes me catch my breath,

For the high octane adventurers I am full of awe, 

My idea of adventure would stick in their craw.
Adventure to one, is commonplace to the next,

It depends on ones psyche if it is breath of life, or hex,

Adventure is anything we want to be

Even a gentle outing down to the sea. 

If wishes could come true

If wishes could come true

I would wish we could escape

Into an eternity, where nobody could rue

Our suitability, our ability to stay the course and win

Where we were free, to laugh, love and exist, with no debate

I would wish for ever lasting happiness, where we could grow together

Free from the constrictions of convention

If wishes could come true.