Forge Of Creation

Expression of thought
     and a longing to make it real.
Passion of ideas and colors
      burning through my brain
            like a hungry fire...
Seeing with a richness
      and hearing the music
            lost to others.
I have come once again to the
      forge of creation and birth...
It is here that I will make it real.
It is here where I give life.
It is here that dreams are born at last...
Lost in a vision of enchantment
     of love and joy
          I bring forth my soul
               for the whole world to see...
And I remember the words
      sung so long ago:
"I am no longer an artist,
      I have become a work of Art!"

This Is A Task

So I assumed again

Being as I am

So in the end the fault is mine...

Faulting you for being you?

That's just plain silliness 

But the result is still the same...

Longing to fill a need

In me

I chose you...

So now I stand still

While I run as fast as I can

Placing the blame at my unmoving feet...

All my love and caring

Will not change you

That is a task only you can do...

So at last I step back

And close my eyes and let go

Hoping and praying you land on your feet...

My Own Song

This to will be another day...

Surprisingly, different and yet the same.
Defined as it is by my mood and opinions.
It is I who will set the tone.
It is I who moves the beat.

For far to long, I have had others
I let set the tempo of my life...
Moving to a music not my own.

Or dancing in darkness,
spun out of sickness and madness of my own.
Blinded as I was to my illness
and trying to move to another's song...

I fell...

And yet another day arrives.

Now I seek the light, so my footing is sure.
I gather help from where I can.
Learning the notes to my own song,
so that I might dance it true...

I move,
I dance,
and at last,
I live!