Such fear that I’m late-

I woke up too late from a long spun dream

on butterfly wings that later flew away

and I fear I’m late.

Life just passed me by and never said goodbye

so I never knew I would wake up late

‘til I heard the flap when the wings collapsed

on my butterfly, and my dreams just died,

as I woke up late-


“Don’t you ever get the feeling that all your life is going by and you’re not taking advantage of it? Do you realize you’ve lived nearly half the time you have to live already?”

― Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises






It is sad how life changes, emotions dwindle

as the light of passion with the years subside-

And I try to hold on, something must be worth

to keep tucked away when it’s cold outside

and loneliness grabs on, something left to spindle

in the everyday that was left from life-

Moving on it’s easier if there’s a place to go

and fresh ground to sow seeds we never scattered,

hoping maybe passion finds a place to rise

and in late Spring blooming our dreams left shattered

into something new may then sprout and grow.



“Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.”

― Robert Louis Stevenson

The Journey


The Journey


Half-way or more,

farther from the start than from the end

but not close enough to see the shore,

if there is one to see.

And I know my way but journeys can be tough

without anyone helping with the sails-

I remind you then how much lost at sea

I have found myself, lost in many trails

and so many times, with no motivation

to continue searching for a greener grass

in the other side, but at last I learned

to embrace the journey regardless where it leads,

everything must pass, nothing is for keeps

but to know the journey is what matters most

and not the destination.



“Not all those who wander are lost.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

Love More, Worry Less



Love More, Worry Less


Our worries consuming lives

intermissions of love in our daily play,

not enough love, too much worry,

too late at times to say sorry-

Sorry I wasted my life lost in lies

of being, on my way lost.

Sorry I let you go way back

when I ran stray.

Sorry I didn’t know the cost

of loving and letting go.

Sorry for years gone

past my door.

But there is no right or wrong

sorry does not mean we owe

a life of perdition,

so worry less and love more-






I wander in search of a better self-

spirit broken but redeemed every sunrise

for every night I dwell on sins

of past and present,

but every morning I wake and rise

and life begins.

No answers left in dreams but how I try

when visit every place

and every night

the searching leaves a trace

to follow in my search for better self.






If I to feed my soul should pray the Lord

I cannot do, I cannot pray

for what I lost or never had.

So much I’ve taken and so much adored

and when I tried I ran astray

and couldn’t keep what was then given

so when I turn my eyes away it makes me sad

to know for all won’t be forgiven.