REFLECTION DIRECTION

When reality becomes real
The present can lose appeal.

Facts when faced
Can cause perceptions replaced.

Still truths offer stability
Depending on abilty

To bring into focus
Life's hocus pocus.

PAST TIME

Not the same as before
Maybe less, maybe more.

Wounds not healed by time
Trying now to soothe with rhyme.

With only words to give
Trying once again to live

Guess now, only time will tell
If at last all goes well..

REPEAT OFFENDER

As I write to feel
I begin to feel what I write.

Questioning what is real
As the truth comes to light.

The mighty power of the pen
Showing the strength of the muse.

Raising forgotten emotions again
Once again my will to lose?

YOUR SIDE ON TIME

Practicing patience is no easy task
Necessary sometimes for the feelings to last.

For past to become present
The future must be meant.

In order for a common destiny to share
Sometimes requires waiting to dare,

Facts may make up history
But the future makes facts.

NO TRANSLATION NECESSARY

Words are riches
That money can not buy.
No matter how
Much you have to try.

Love is a language
That all want to hear.
The sounds of silence,
the greatest fear.

No need to translate
What you can feel.
Won't have to ask
Whenever it's real.

THE MAKING OF MAPS

Fearing the future only
To be saved by the past.
Moving forward powered
By memories that last.

Hopes from history
To dictate twists in tomorrow
Where you've went
Tells where to go.

SONGS SUNG TO SING

A life lived in between kisses
O the thing one misses.

Yet torn apart
By mistakes of the heart.

Reunited by chance,
The look of a glance

Warms the heart
With hope of a fresh start.

In order to last
History to move past.