I’ll like to remind you
that on this path you thread,
there will be times to hold
and times to fold.
There will be battles won
and lost and there will always be
two sides of the coin.
So head on and leave the tails behind
for there are opportunities to explore
and a million miles to cover
between the head and the tail.
Lots of love
As the day end;
Offices shut down computers,
Stores pull down their shutters,
We all shuffle along carrying snowflakes on our eyelashes.
We swing our white heads
To the music of hope
For it is the end of an old week
And the start of a new month.
As doors open into walkways, feet’s
Drawing wet patterns on the floor,
A woman in a skinny blue jeans,
Black heels and red lipstick says to another
While they navigate the corner
Like a nail and a magnet.
“I can feel the love in the air,
this is it, this is the month
love makes good on it promises.
I already bought…” her voice is drawn out by the blast from a golden Hummer Jeep.
To all who feel the breeze at the edge
Of the cliff – it take only one person who
Believes in you to lift you like an hot air ballon
To a place where stars are born.
It takes you loving yourself to let go
To be carried like a feather to a place
where you blossom. It takes a month
like February and days like Valentine’s Day
To remind you that even though love can be
A two edged sword, loving yourself is always
The best place to start.
Fire rages and dances with the air as
So much of the past year
Go up in smoke. Letters of love
And hate, lists of vegetables
And different flavours of ice
Cream, contracts and resolutions,
Have gone on to blossom or die
And now lie in a heap of ashes.
We died with the year and rose anew
Blessed with blank pages and coloured pens
To write new lists and draw fairies into existence.
We cross off demons from the past year
And paint an invite to the angels of good fortune.
Today, we travel light with a clean slate
And an empty bag to pick up all that is good
and dandy as we grow with the year
I begin this year with you, faith and hope
And the conviction that orchids will grow
From ashes of the year past.
There is a joy to being alive today.
The leaves that started this journey
with us lay lifeless on our streets. We
watch the skeletal frame of their naked
home dance in the chilly wind
as we snug our jacket up to ur chin
under the moon. We are alive,
taking in fresh breathe while
the year that was once new prepares
to draw its last. We choose
to breathe-in the festivity of Christmas
and breathe out the frustrations of goals
our hands could not reach. We choose
to bask under the sparkles in the sky
and ignore the darkness that now envelope
the sun, leaving us with only a few hours
of daylight. We choose
to leave October behind to
enjoy the prospect of December
while living fully in November.
We choose to live today, knowing
today is a good day to be alive.
When they call you
They say a prayer
They draw goodness
Like magnet draws nails
When you say your name
You fill the cup of greatness
Buried within you
From ages past
When we say our names
The wide gates of heaven
Are thrown open for
Our world to be showered
With unlimited Joy.
Keep teaching them
how to say your name
And make sure they
Call it with a “K”
They need to say it right
When your blessings
Becomes the sun.
Dedicated to EYEZ. Sorry I missed your birthday.
July may lay a heavy burden on our hearts
Serving us a cold mix of dread and uncertainty
With its nature of a beginning racing towards an end.
Life in July may lay on a fast lane
Sliding down the year while
Snacking on the minutes we feed our dreams
Making us put a peg on things
But all dreams have to be reactivated
For what are we without them?
All our plans must be reviewed
As work done in the past few months
Are bringing in opportunities in a sleigh.
So I have placed a bottle of bubbly in a bucket
And will raise a glass to what the bottom
Of this year has in its cooler.
The question is
Will you join me?