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

She took the midnight train...

She looked out wistfully
Eyes gleaming and far away
Down the tracks and past the station
For the moment she'd be free

She was running away

Running away
Running wild, running scared
Running fast and running free
Running with the reason just to be

She heard the whistle in the distance
And doubts began to fill her head
Doubts about the choice she made
But something nudged her, "look ahead"

You may think your future's written
You've planned it
Plotted to the end
YOU are the sole creater of your pleasantly plotted plan

But she has no worries
Well, no worries, that's a lie
No worries, seems to me, to have something implied

She has her worries, has her doubts, too
She has her fears, her battles with tears
She has concerns, many things she needs to learn

But she has hope.
And faith
And grace
She knows one day she'll see His face

The train rides swiftly down the track
And she knows there is no looking back

The route's been mapped by more skilled hands than hers
And it's to this map that she refers

A map that's like a puzzle to be figured...
For an adventure just waiting to be triggered.