Some people come into our lives and quickly go.
Some people move our souls to dance.
They awaken us to new understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom.
Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon.
They stay in our lives for awhile, leave footprints in our hearts, and We are never, ever the same.
And sometimes things happen to you that may seem horrible, painful, and unfair at first, but in reflection you find that without overcoming those obstacles you would have never realized your potential, strength, willpower, or heart. Everything happens for a reason, nothing happens by chance or by means of luck. Illness, injury, love, lost moments of true greatness, and sheer stupidity all occur to test the limits of your soul. Without these small tests, whatever they may be, life would be like a smoothly paved, straight flat road to nowhere. It would be safe and comfortable, but dull and utterly pointless. The people you meet who affect your life, and the success and downfalls you experience help to create who you become.
Even the bad experiences can be learned from. In fact, they are probably the most poignant and important ones.....

Dearest YOU, I was about to wish that your every dream come true. That you find yourself surrounded by friends, laughter, and good times. I almost wished that your every cup runneth over financially, romantically, spiritually, and creatively. That good health be your faithful companion, peace your guarded ally, and love your perpetual guide. When suddenly, it dawned on me that as an infinite, powerful, fun-loving gladiator of the Universe, with eternity before you and the power of your thoughts to help shape it... it's you YOU, who will be making your own wishes come true .....

Way back when.

When did it all get so serious
My youth misspent
Delirious
Life traveling so fast
I was motionless
Realization of precious moments
Stolen
Half open
Left broken
As i watch the door closing
On the world i hunger for
Care free
Without fears
I look back through my tears.....

I miss my younger years.

YOU CAN ALWAYS LET YOUR DREAMS SHAPE YOUR REALITY.... DON'T LOOSE SIGHT OF THE ESSENCE OF YOU. LIVE, LAUGH, LOVE, AND BE HAPPY. BELIEVE IN THE UNBELIEVABLE. NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE.

My Enchanted Fantasy.


Glowing lights beckon
Colours entice me
Warmth envelopes me
Holding my dream
Like a secret.

Teal is the bird
That follows me
Milk white sprites dancing
Around my feet
Leading me
Magical, majestic forest
This place they call home.

Shards of gold
Beaming down
From the tall emerald canopy
Tearing open my soul
Enlightening my essence.

Crystal formations
Glistening stones
Lending energy
While i touch their hexagonal faces.

Stepping onto a magenta bridge
Looking out onto the azure stream
Each being
Big and small alike
Welcoming me home.

Mother Earth
Cradles each flower
Into her soft
Ever giving chest
The place from which i came.

Moon goddess stakes her claim
In the midnight blue
Old father time
Closes his eyes
Rest
Replenish
Restore.

Colours form starlight
The prism of which i will crawl inside
I will spend eternity
In peaceful
Blissful
Slumber....

In My Enchanted Fantasy.

s. wilson 04.05.12

I'll carry you.

I'd say he was a mountain,
a rock,
a truth, a strength,
to make my life a happy one, he'd go to any length.

The road was never easy,
i put him though his paces,
a bitter pill to swallow,
see the disappointed faces.

With age there came redemption,
a pretty price to pay,
motherly intentions...
my daughter washed my sins away.

The flow of life was beautiful,
id won the testing game,
goodbye to sin,
to drugs,
to lust,
goodbye you dirty shame.

Life will teach you lessons....
the best you ever knew,
its colourful expressions,
the red,
the green,
the blue....

But err the twists of fate,
as every story can....
change from shades of wonderful,
to a dark unknowing plan.

Hidden in the shadows is a nasty , evil, cloak....
it smothers those it chooses,
with its thick black cancer smoke.

The man that was my mountain,
my bright beacon of light,
his youthful flowing fountain had been stolen in the night.

My shoulders are so small,
but till the end ill carry,
its no burden at all.....
for the one who named me sally.

I'll be here when your eyes open,
or choose to close them still,
i'll know that you walk peacefully upon Gods lush green hill.

I thank you for my life...
the good,
the hard,
the sad,
one day ill walk on gods green hill,
with my hero,
my best friend,
my dad ♥

Drought of hope.

lips of dust,
barren land awaits,
dark eyes dull,
waiting for hope,
screaming child of the earth.

mother offers breast,
cruel sun watches,
the heart falters,
in life's unfair, and trying test.

Enough already...

hi, yes, its me,
i am important too,
although you fail to see it,
its not all just about you.
i have my own problems,
i have my own fears,
and when i go to bed at night who's there to wipe my tears?.
im not asking for the moon,
just a little understanding,
or is all this just to soon,
maybe i was just a stand in,
ill take my tiny worries,
and ill pack them in a bag,
the load it may be heavy,
but the journey wont be bad,
i can do it on my own, im strong and i have pride, ill walk my own path ,
with my angels by my side.

Fast tongue.

The lyric is weapon of choice,
As im cutting the air with my voice,
My words float on by like a breeze,
As im writing this poem with ease,
Im not tryin to boast or amaze,
But it took me mere minutes, not days.
So i guess what im tryin to say,
In my own little round about way,
Yeh you may not be Byron,
But with paper to write on,
Im sure that a smile you could raise.

Tired love.

its like walking in a windstorm with your back against the sun,
or betting on the last horse when the race is run and won,
i could try and try my hardest but it will never be my best,
cos while im betting on the pair you holding your cards to your chest.
guess i gotta throw the towel in, yeh im hanging up my gloves,
see im sick and tired of fighting for this silly thing called love.

Angel true.

Be my angel true,
Not my butterfly,
For although they both have wings,
Only one of them wont die.

Be my evening star,
Not a candle light,
Although they both glow brightly,
Only one will guide me right.

Be the soul i long for,
Not a ship passing in the night,
For although both bring yearning,
Only one will hear my plight.

Nobody dreams anymore.

Things have been tough lately for dreamers,
They say dreaming is dead,
no one does it anymore,
It's not dead, it's just that it's been forgotten,
removed from our language,
Nobody teaches it so nobody knows it exists.
And the dreamer is banished to obscurity.
Well, I'm trying to change all that,
By dreaming, every day.
Dreaming with our hands and dreaming with our minds.
Our planet is facing the greatest problems it's ever faced,
So whatever you do, don't be bored.
This is absolutely the most exciting time,
we are here and we are alive.
And things are just starting.

Wonderlust.

As the waves crashed upon the shore
her breast heaved with desire
the sunset offered more
than the evening she'd conspired

the reds and yellows softly danced
along the ripples of the waves
nights last chance of romance
oh foolish heart behave

glistened skin and dark his hair
her steps she had to quicken
throwing caution to the wind
into the shadows she did beckon

she did not care for whys and hows
a finger placed to his lips
he felt the heat rise from her lust
the motion of her hips

the soft winds played upon them both
while bodies where entwined
and when she gasped a striking breath
he knew that it was time

she was a wantent woman
left lying on the sand
he was but a boy just passing
but he walked away a man

Mariana trench.

A soul so vast and blue, his face i wish i knew
To run my fingers across the beauty of him
Reaching out to feel the man within
My kiss would be a gift upon his cheek
Rushing, foaming, ocean spray... or so to speak
Like the undercurrent drags the shipwreck down
His very being resonates a deeper sound
As i dive into his dark and airy depths
What lies within are gold and silver specks
A thousand tiny fish come dancing by
And like a lust that lies inside, they cannot hide
He lets me see a small fragmented part of him
But never lets me get beneath the skin
Oh how i long to find the treasure lain within
Neptune's love is like a game i cannot win
So to swim upon his waves is time well spent
His heart is deeper than the Mariana Trench

Shy away from love.

I care not for the heartache it brings,
Nor the sound of hearts plucked strings,
Oh how the caged bird sings....
When you shy away from love.