Showing posts from February, 2009


Fooling myself
fooling everyone
faking a smile
hiding in the mundane
not looking in the mirror
not wanting to face myself
longing for solitude
to hear myself breathe
listen to the falling rain
the fire crackling
ice melting in the glass
why the torture
who cares? do I?
needing to appease
denying sincerity
disowning serenity
Living like a fool.


I'm turning the soil
my body is weary, my legs like lead
sweat dripping from my forehead
gripping the shovel with callused hands
digging the hard winter soil
I'm tired and my arms hurt.
Flowers are waiting to be planted
spring is coming

the soil is ready
Make your plans
take your trips
fall in love
sing your songs
do your deeds
jump from plains
swim in waterfalls
climb your Everest
plant your flowers.
All the things you dare dream about
everything you care for
when there is still time
in the spring of your life
before your body is old

before your soul is tired
if you don't
you will regret
and regrets are painful
more painful than anything.