Motivation Points

The sound of the alarm stirs my soul,
The first step I take prepares my goal,
My immediate thoughts define my day,
My first chance to smile shows me the way.

Life was made to give us more,
Choices are made some good and some poor,
The hope we carry creates less need,
The thoughts we think can set us free.

The bondage of life is just an illusion,
The handcuffs we use lead to confusion,
Choices give power to stop frustration,
Love is what motivates all of creation.

Rise of the Sun

The sun rose cold and barren,
The day brought to light life torn,
The afternoon brought hope for tomorrow,
The sunset gave only questions of why and when,
I wonder what the night will bring for the feel of tomorrow's sun?

Evening drinks

People bustling about,
A man sits in wait,
The drink-giver gives,
And joy begins to creep.

The sun shows no more,
A soft light now glows,
My longing subsides,
And yet thoughts still flow...

    What is love and why does it elude me?
    Where is truth and why am I blind to it?

Insatiable and yearning are my thoughts on these questions...

    Why am I plagued with a need to know, a need to explore?
    When does life just fade into retrospect?
    Am I a man who's ready for these answers?

Sorrow plagues the man who searches for real answers.

Starting Again

Winter falls on a heavy heart,
Wind pierces the weakening soul,
With frost laying waste like a frigid thorn,
Spring forever waits to start,
Warmth soon paying the tole,
With love bidding hope for a new season born. 

Out of Every Breath

From the farthest depths of our mind,
Our soul finds a place to reside.

With life comes the eternal voice,
of past pleasures and what's to come.

Out of every breath comes the next step,
And form every step comes the next choice...

Whether to fail or succeed,
Whether to fight or give ground,
And all others concerned with life and death.

Desperation

Desperation is heavy on the heart and can remain ever constant,
So how do we break through the ever pungent taste of wondering what if?

Do we fight for a better tomorrow or do we wait for the distraction of lust again?

Control

Is life what you make of it or is life what's made for you?
Are we in control of anything or is everything in control of us?