A Father's Son

While you lay

in silent pain

I'll wait and pray

for the strength to retain

all that you said

in the years gone by

as age grips me now

I understand why

you spent the time

on those stories to tell

you taught me well

Rest well, my dear friend

I don't think this is the end

but I'll stay here now

outside your cell

no price on earth

for your soul to sell

you taught me well

The limbs grow weak

but your eyes still burn

with the fire of life

and lessons learned

you never spared

me from your safe gaze

as demons glared

you held their stare

with a fathers love

you did yell

you taught me well

now men are we

both old and true

the table has turned

as I protect you

never shall I let

Them toll the bell

you taught me well

you taught me well

Grand Performer

Sleek and silent it sits with somber patience

knowing what it holds for me.

As I unclip the binds that enclose you safely

I swell with delight.

Always there and a life time learned

together now we embrace the mood

and sing together gracefully and true.

Massaging the notes only you and I know.

No longer with an infants stumble

the notes pour out, sadness crumbles.

Feeling the tension grow

building to an orchestral crescendo,

our sweet song travels.

We are One. 

Guiltless

A choice made by you to interfere,

now I can't handle any soul near.

No contact is too far away,

I'm surrounded yet alone every day.

To you it was a simple thing,

taken what you wanted and never looked back.

stripped me clear of any resolve

the bleeding has stopped but I still feel the cracks

left in me by your misuse.

I never wanted the abuse.

I choose now to rebuild and grow,

to look past the pain, tears and sorrow.

I am the 'me' I wanted to be

to see, feel and breathe.

Though this will hurt evermore,

I look to myself, and adore!

My heart yearns for a soul like me.

To see, feel and breathe

the way I do from life's harsh blade.

Is there another?

I grow always, and wait...

She

Clumsily awakened and focus near,

the sheets still cling crisp and sheer.

The fragrance of her beauty near,

a wisp of hair falls, my senses reel.

the echo of the night just passed,

 not a word spoken, nor moment ungrasped.

Her delicate silhouette raises smooth,

comfort swallows my anxious mood.

All I feel is blissful glee,

as I lay in awe at the wondrous perfection,

of She. 

As the city night life flickered about him Samuel considered his options. He could run and ultimately subject himself to a lifetime of looking over his shoulder, or he could turn himself in and hope the police would understand the extenuating circumstances that surrounded her demise. Her sweet face flashed in his mind now. Blonde hair blowing back up toward him. Her features scared, full of fear, eyes questioning and accusing at the same time. He remembered the scream as she fell. A shrill sound that, even now, pierced him to the bone and cut his heart like a knife. The thud that followed had seen to completely emaciating any hope Sam had of putting this night completely behind him. She slipped. He was sure of this. He reached out to hold her and she slipped on the rain drenched balcony. She must have. There is no way he could harm her, not even now that she admitted to the truth and substantiated Sam's claims once and for all. Even as she spoke the words confirming his worst fears he knew he would still love her just as completely as ever and would find a way to get through this. That was four hours ago, and now Trinity was dead.

A siren one block over echoed through the city and roused Sam from his reverie. Quickly he stood and started off in the opposite direction of the noise. Trying to clarify any confusion about this night had to wait, because now his main priority was survival. The rain started to fall once again and Samuel trudged off into the night in search of a place to sleep, and to think.

Just "be"

Just write. Put it down. Get it out. Speak your mind and don't hold back because you never know who can benefit from your experiences. I have been affected so many times by the simplest of things. A simple sentence, a passing comment, no matter how trivial it seems to the speaker, can change the way you think about yourself and the world around you. It can motivate others, shed some light on a troubled topic that has taken weeks to become clear. Everything can help. It's all relevant and nothing is trivial. Learn to adjust your sight to the little things. Take the time to stop and absorb the world around you. Succumb to the suggestions that life offers and know that within us all is the power to create, imagine, and build our own universe.

            I know it's hard, believe me I know. Each of us has had some thing, some event or situation in life that we each find hard to get through. You will overcome. You are not alone. We are never alone. Try new things, meet new people, live by your principles, don't harm others. Never be ashamed of who you are and remember that there are people that look at you with awe and wonder how you can be so strong. You are a source of inspiration to others. Be the inspiration to yourself. Just be! 

Self reinstatement

Well folks, after a hard few years and some life changing events I have decided to make writing a much larger part of my life than ever before. Once again you will see blogs on here that consist of short stories, social observations, excerpts from drafts of upcoming releases and the occasional laying out of the creation of my imagination. Please feel free to comment as your input, advice, suggestions, requests, and communication is greatly appreciated.

Peace,
Steve :)