Things ill finish someday...

Pondering

What do you do when you
get to a place in life where
you've realized you've compromised?

Where your way of life
is all but right
and you long for what is wrong

You smile and wave at younger days, pretending you're still there.
but underneath, the fangs pierced deep,
and you're not sure you care

What do you do when things go fuzzy, and you don't seem to mind?
when faced with feelings sometimes overwhelming,
and know you should leave some behind

Where you're just not sure that
there's a cure for
what you have become.
and you're terrified
you could be defined
for some things you may have done

Far Away

Across the sea
From far away
I hear a voice
It calls my name

It beckons me
To come and see
The oceans blue
And fields of green

Wildflowers, red and free
Scattered around old olive trees
And still your voice entices me
"Please, my dear, run away with me!"

I look up,
see skies of grey
What keeps me here?
Why should I stay?

There's a whole new world,
Like in a dream,
Waiting just across the sea
A new life with adventure
Bursting from the seams

All around
What a shame
To live a life
Trapped in mundane

I hear my name
This time it's whispered
A haunting voice
insists and pleads
It floats, so soft, so sweet
And glides to me,
Across the seas

I run to the edge
I dive right in
Deciding now's the time I learn to swim
Determined to find my mythic friend
And discover this land on which he stands
Somewhere
Across the sea

Confused,
What to do?

Confused,
Just thinking about you

Though it's been a long time coming
I'm unprepared, not thought through

But somewhere deep inside it's whispered,
"Love, it always has been you!"

Be still, be still, be still!
O, my heart, be still
You don't know the way
Yet, you have the will.

Be free, be free, be free!
O, my soul, be free
To smile and laugh
And sing and dance in jubilee

Be clear, be clear, be clear!
O, sweet mind, be clear
Clear of worries, doubts, and fears
Avoiding all that brings you tears...

Poetry in forms of pencil strokes