Human remains on the moon, huh?
Wealth will buy a lot of arrogance.

That's one small step for man,
one giant slap of irreverence
across the face of the universe.

I stand tall and strong
like the great mighty mountain
yet, I still feel humble
by your example of inspiration
with your genuine words of advice
to guide me through the difficult time
When life has defeated me
you raise me high
lifting me up to the sky
showing me through
the horizon is unlimited
there are many open doors
Despite when there are turn down
do not let fear be the excuses
to hold back my dreams
embrace with every opportunity
to overcome the obstacles
and beat all the odds

Last night I wrote the music
About that which I hold dear,
Lasting peace and brotherhood
For all the world to hear.

As the orchestra gets seated
Maestro with baton in hand,
Brings forth the peaceful notes
To be heard across our land.

Horns are first to have their say
Inviting all to hear their peal,
Joyful noise to touch the soul
For all to celebrate and feel.

Leaving on a train, a journey untold,
Through valleys and mountains, my story unfolds.
The whistle blows, its haunting cry,
I bid farewell to the world passing me by.

Windows frame scenes of a fading town,
A stream of colors, reflections abound.
Infinite moments, captured in a glance,
I chase the horizon, taking my chance.

The rhythmic clatter of iron on steel,
Echoes the rhythm of my heart, I feel.
Leaving behind what once was dear,
I embrace the unknown, and conquor my fear.

Before it fades and wastes away,
I'll gather up this dying day,
and tend, with tenderness, its grave,
for which, this poppy I will save.

This crumb of comfort I’ll compress,
immortalise in flower press,
to conjure up this dying day
when it has long since passed away.

And when its sombre sun has set,
this remnant of a raw regret,
I'll bury, in a book of death
to breathe its final, bitter breath.

Picked up sealed orders
at agent central today
Black ops has my number,
they know I don't play.

The field where I shine
a plane ride makes near
Air France is landing
unloading my gear

Long deep intake of breath
slowly expel out the mouth...
Quiet steps following
From north country headed south.

Catching site of my prey
in the blue ice fields cold.
Glare stabs watering eyes,
I am now shielded in time.

They skip, they leap, they dance, they fly
Till on their lovers breast they lie,
Up again once more they prance
You may not give a second glance.

As Autumn into Winter flows
Winds pick up and start to blow,
Choose myriad colours from the trees
And start the ball of Autumn leaves.

Do you not watch them as they fly?
From one love to another hie,
While we dance life's eternal waltz
Then like the leaves we end the course.

Darkness draped around the mature tomb
The worn weathered battered door
and timber splintered floors. Every tred

my heart beats fiercely. Rodent groan
Hinges alerting the roaming spirits
and my uninvited presence even the lob sided

webbed portrait frame judging my existence.
I stabb my beam around the darkness
There I see blood rain dripping off the ceiling

then losing its volume I'm frozen jaw locked open
Iam not going any further past the blood dripped
curtain.

And if all the love I ever feel
is the love between you and I,
that is enough...

A young girl sits at her laptop typing up "Poetry contests"
Her small heart beating as tears run down her face
She finds a website that seems different from the rest
A world where she can finally speak her mind
This 12 year old girl writes stories of mourning
filled with the pain the world has brought her
An innocent child telling her life story to strangers
All around the world writers help her giving her actual advice
This girl finds hope in a small poetry website and her writing helps heal her wounds