To My Boys <3

I dont wish you material things;

Man made empty aspirations of status and grandeur;

Of hollow gestures in a judgemental world.

I wish you a passionate life where the world is met with awe and wonder;

Where your eyes are lit from the soul.

One filled with humility, wisdom and a passion so great that that you inspire others to reach for dreams of their own.

May you be surrounded by true friends that encourage your spirit and lift you when you are low.

May you be kind and patient with those whose path differs from your own;

And be willing to open your heart to those that suffer;

To teach the world that there is strength in being gentle with the broken.

I wish you the courage to be different, and to carry your convictions with an open mind.

To listen more than you speak so that you may hear the truth that lies quietly within the words.

Above all, I wish you a love so strong that you never doubt it’s presence;

One where the world melts and calms in their eyes and your shared power is a joyous celebration of the beauty of life


In Misery Remain?

This journey belongs to us and yet,
We relinquish handfuls of essence,
And toil to feel present.
Eagerly bending to the will of others,
To feed our own ego, for financial gain,
To keep in good stead,
And in good conscience remain!
The balance of power cries out within,
Guilt is consuming, don’t step out of line!
Barely time left to feed heart and brain,
And fulfill our own wanting,
In misery remain?


What Wretched Poetry is This?

What wretched poetry is this?
When life’s extraordinary,
Blended in bliss.
No elegant words,
Of anguished remiss.
Nor intricate tapestries,
Of life gone amiss.
No woven thread lies,
So carefully construed.
Nor cocktails of pain,
Of wounds freshly stitched.
Just a glimpse of the future,
Signs of hope once again.