Chasing Happiness

We pursue happiness with a voraciousness that will have us ignoring all else
our focus so solely aimed at what we perceive as a necessity
that we miss the quiet moments of happiness.
we miss the present point of joy,
too eager to get to where we want to be
we forget to appreciate where we are.
forgotten,forsaken,forever lost
precious moments we could of shared
next time don't be so fast to say goodbye....

Gossips

you sit and stare
you point and glare
knowing what others know not
you alone are wise to the truth
you alone have the right
sitting on your throne
deigning to look down below
freedom to speak your truth
spread your knowledge,
freedom to share your wisdom.
of course you are wrong though...
but you don't care
too bloated with your glory
who cares who gets hurt
whose lives you ruin on the way
your stories are facts,
your opinions truth,
your very role in life is spreading the news.
so here's a little advice....
although I'm sure that you know it.
Before you spread the stories,
your facts and your truths
make sure you know the validity of your beliefs and have proof
know the actual story ....
not simply the one your amazing imagination created
#just a helpful note my friend...

Lonely Noise

In a room full of faces
with countless noise around me
The only thoughts I hear are my own
No one understands me or the way I think or feel
They don't get the effort it takes to make my happiness seem real
sometimes i'm smiling
but deep within are tears
and no one knows this
as what scares me more than loneliness
is rejection from my peers
So even though I'm lonely and wanna shout it loud
I stand amongst the faces
and make some noise as well
to cover up my sorrow and my private living hell.

The Silent Hero

He wore his cloak around him like a shield of armour,
and it swirled around him encasing him more completely than the darkness he walked in
to an observer he appeared nothing more then a harried gentleman intent on his task
only he knew that the persona he reflected was a front.
an uninteresting ficticious personality to stem any unwanted attention
his task kept him seperate even from those he would love
drawing him ever further from the closeness of humanity he had once shared
He did not regret the outcome of his decision nor its affect on his life
He alone had the power to right the incredible wrong that was done so long ago.
and if he should suffer and fade into nothing because of his sacrifice then so be it.
rather his end than an endless torment for countless others.
if all that was needed to save millions was for him to be courageous and walk into the storm
then that was what he would do,that is what he was doing....
as he calmy glanced around him at the gathering storm
minutes,hours,days all rolled into this one moment
unsure of how long it would take,how long he would have to be courageous for
he took a breath as if drawing in the strength needed to continue.
I am afraid -he whispered once silently to himself
acknowledging for the first time the toll this task was taking on his soul
and then with the deepest of breaths as if by inflating his lungs to their ultimate limit
he could thereby hold on tightly to his courage.
and with not even the briefest of pauses he proceeded
I feel honored to know one such as he
to witness the fear and the honor and the overriding courage!
he fears his task but does not allow it to hinder him in his quest
here is one who will do what needs to be done
who will see that everyone is at peace before seeing to himself
here is the true hero..
The one who walks silently and bravely into the dark
acknowledging his fear,and yet for the lives and well beings of others
ignores his own inner qualms and sacrifices his happiness and his very life..
here is my hero
the silent unkown gentleman whose name gets lost in the fold
who seeks not glory or riches but rather does what needs doing with no thought for his own
My Saviour,The Secret Warrior for My Soul...

The Viscious River Met My Friend

The river floated idly by a lush green pasture
the animals grazing there savored their freedom
to eat and drink as much as they pleased.
they lived without fear
there was no hunters in their pasture
no men with their demands
women knew not of them
so alone in their pasture they lived at peace
and worshipped their gifts from the land
but there was a downside to the splendour
a balance that must be weighed
for every happy moment
a sorrow filled one unitedly came
the river once so idle
turned viscious in its fury
and spanning like a flame
ensnaring all the hapless
the weak and the mundane
it is the rivers right
of this they all agree
but still the sight is troubling
perhaps only to me
so how does one do it?
stand aside and watch the pain
how does one look on
as fear and pain drive all insane
I cannot idly watch
I cannot witness such a crime
to be swept so harshly down that river
while crying and screamin in vain
what kind of friend am I?
that you would ask me to do the same
to watch you suffer
hurts and fears
and idly let you drown,insane!
the fury of the river scares off the weaker friend
but I am more than shadow
more passionate till the end
think not of sacrifice
or peace at the finish
for this rivers journey
will strip your ever end
you will not find your glory
or be praised for your defeat
you will lose yourself
and all those you once called friend
when your strength and courage fail
and your submission the river meets..