• Writing a poem on a cloudy afternoon
    The quietness, the low voice of the radio.
    Lying on an elevated floor, feel the breeze, a cup of sweet tea
    Sometimes in life, there is nothing better than to let go
    To stop the business, stop the social, sit down, hear a song
    Have you ever noticed the sweetness of the tea?
    Have you ever flown away with those daydreams?
    Give yourself some time; the clouds are high, fly far away with them
    Dance away with the wind
    Life is so tough sometimes, let go, forget it
    A few minutes of your time… escape…
    This is your imagination, your fairytale
    Make it what you want
    Flying chariots, golden clouds, Juliet singing: “My love, I vow”
    A walk in the park, New York, Arabia, or somewhere long, long ago, far, far away?
    Reality’s tough, Reality’s boring- life is simply a game, and you’re losing
    If you need a break, then take one! To the edges of the universe aboard a spaceship
    Ray guns, nuclear bombs, all under your sky
    Aliens of all sizes and colors, all your world, befriend them, or banish instead?

    ~Radio going strong~

    In reality, people die and forget, life is short, where is the hope?
    A light in the attic, a gecko on a wall, a little girl screaming
    With joy? Or agony? You choose

    ~This is your symphony~

    Love is here, are you ready? Nobody knows, some say: “what will be will be”
    While other charge ahead, never to return
    A little hug of happiness, a true smile? Will she be there? Will he wait?
    Take it slow, take time to appreciate, to appreciate the mystery of love itself
    Love the Beauty, love the Beast

    ~Can’t explain~

    The song of life…
    what is the song of life?
    Take time to think of the beauty
    The song of life is sweet, other times, bitter
    But what is it to you? What is your lifesong?
    What is your purpose in life?
    Do you have a goal? What is your flower in this world?
    Whatever your life song is, live it
    Be true to your life song
    And your life will be fulfilled

    ~ Take it slow… think~

    As the tea is drained, as the radio fades, the one little session of dreaming gone
    A few minutes in life, to consider such things
    A little break from life, just to sort yourself out
    The mysteries, the future, so far, far away
    The wind blows, the curtains float
    The lingering after taste of tea, the last song, softly humming in your head…
    This precious little moment, becomes a golden piece of memory

    ~The joy to live~