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Walking along the trails,
Heading no where in particular.
Every step I take,
Gives me another story to tell.
The wind whispering in my ear,
Sharing so many secrets.
And as I listen silently,
It seems to make things so clear.
But alas it cannot last forever,
Soon I’ll have to head back.
But part of me wishes to stay,
So heading back could be an endeavour.
But I know that I’ll return with ease,
Another day not to far from now.
When the weather is nice,
And the wind blows it’s soft breeze.

Don’t know what’s going on,
Reality seems skewed.
Every thing’s not quite right,
And no one else seems clued.
My mind keeps slipping past,
So many things that might help me see.
Cluing me into the fact I’m in,
An altered reality.
Perhaps I’m just paranoid,
Every time I wake up that reality becomes void.

The clock moves slowly forward,
While I wait for your response.
One, two, three seconds seem like years,
So hard to act with nonchalance.
The waiting is killing me,
Every second an eon.
Perspective has a way of changing,
So soon after telling her she’s the one.
But in reality it’s only a moment,
And is over in a snap.
Course I took one step forward,
Kicking myself as I take one step back.

I remember ripping off the paper,
And seeing the box within.
Pulling out the contents,
But I can’t remember what it was or when.
I think it was during winter,
Perhaps Christmas or even Hanukkah.
But it just doesn’t jog my memory,
I wish something would help me go ‘aha!’
I’m sure it was lovely,
and brightened my day.
But I just can’t recall,
Some present received on some holiday.

As they run into the room,
Faces full of hope.
Asking mother if it’s time,
Her answer is still ‘nope’.
Not yet time to open gifts,
Santa hasn’t yet stopped by.
But if they go back to bed,
The time will surely fly.
So off to bed they again go,
But they’re sure they cannot sleep.
Even if they just close their eyes,
And try to count some sheep.
But start to slumber they do,
Dreaming of Christmas day.
When they’ll see family,
And have new toys form Santa’s sleigh.
But they’ll have to wait,
Until the morning chimes.
Because it’s still Christmas eve,
And not yet time.

Nobody’s around,
And I have nothing to do,
It’s a lonely night.

Close your eyes,
Don’t say your goodbyes.
Tomorrows a new surprise,
Close your eyes.

Don’t worry or fret,
There’ll be no regrets.
No problems or threats,
Don’t worry or fret.

Just dream of me,
Just rest and be.
Soon you’ll see,
Just dream of me.

My love for you is like the seasons,
Having no rhyme nor reasons.
Like the spring it appears fresh and new,
With every smile I see on you.
Like the summer it is nice and warm,
Able to fight off any storm.
Like autumn it is lovely to behold,
Much more precious than any gold.
But like winter snow upon the ground,
I keep it hidden and unfound.
Perhaps one day I’ll let it free,
But right now, I know it is not meant to be.

The blood boils within me,
Eyes yearning to glare.
My tongue wants to say something,
Perhaps I should dare?
Every time I think that though,
Reality sets in.
The downsides flow through my mind,
And I know it wouldn’t solve a thing.
Nor would it help later on,
The repercussions could be the pits.
Really not good at all,
Under the circumstances..
My best bet is to reign it in.

I wonder how it would be,
Solitude all around me.
Letting the trials of life slip away,
And just relaxing from day to day.
No worries, no cares, no stress at all,
Doing naught, except maybe the swimmers crawl.
Oh how grand it seems,
For shame it’s only in my dreams.
My mind can be so cruel at times,
Yet further in it I explore and climb.
Daring to go off on tangents,
Rarely hindered by the suspense.
Every turn is someplace new,
And though I know I must soon say adieu.
My day will be just a little better,
Soon as I share the dream in this letter.

Darting back and forth,
Running for all I’m worth.
Every where I turn,
Another reality discerned.
My mind is so confused,
Somehow I’m not amused.
Course when all is said and done,
And the story has been spun.
Perhaps it’s not some scheme,
Ending up instead to be a dream.

So confused,
The days seem to be getting harder.
Running to and fro,
Every turn I make seems to be wrong.
No matter what happens tho,
Go on I must.
Til I reach the end of the journey.
Home with you.

Wave goodbye to what you know,
Off to the grind is where you go.
Running the race with no end in sight,
Kan’t think straight from the plight.

A haiku’s a poem,
That follows a strict pattern.
Straying not off course.

Unbelievable!
My day could not get any worse.
But yet somehow it has,
Rain has started coming down in bursts.
Even my socks are soaked,
Looking for a dry place to dock.
Lucky me, there’s a shop,
Ah drat, it’s locked!

Everything you may or may not do,
Under any circumstance at all.
Whether or not it’s on purpose,
Or just hitting the proverbial brick wall.
We take no responsibility,
It’s your fault to the end.
So think twice about buying this item,
Is this money you can afford to spend?
It makes no difference to us,
What you decide to do.
But just remember if you don’t like it,
There’s no one to blame but you.

They say they’ll part until the time,
When the cows come back home.
And I have to wonder that if they could talk,
What they’d say of the places they’ve roamed.
And I can only imagine what would be said,
Of the passerby who see them out and about.
As the parade of bovines walks on by,
Sniffing the people with their snouts.
Oh and I hope they’re careful,
Of the bulls and the steers.
Especially the china shops,
I hope of them they stay clear.

Floating down the river,
Lounging on a tube.
Over the rapids I float,
As calm and cool as an ice cube.
The people wave as I pass by,
In that friendly country way.
No cares do I have,
Going to float down the river all day.

Noises softly heard,
Oh so quietly.
Can you hear them?
The crickets chirping and the owls in the tree.
Under foot things scurry,
Running this way and that.
Natures graveyard shift,
Always something happening, don’t get hit by that bat.
Let the darkness surround you,
As you journey farther in.
Don’t let the dark scare you,
Very true it may seem grim.
Even though you may not see,
Nothing will do you harm.
The denizens of this not quite quiet place,
Unto you share their special charm.
Really it is truly safe for you,
Especially with me beside you.

Keep your head up,
Don’t get pulled down.
Keep on fighting to stay afloat,
Don’t give in and drown.
When the waves come crashing around you,
And you think all hope is lost.
Just remember I’ll be there for you,
No matter the cost.
Because I know,
Beyond the shadow of a doubt.
That if I were the one in trouble
And would help fish me out.