Occasional poetry and prose. Sometimes melancholy, sometimes happy. Original photos from around the place.
Not by choice
I am turning into
a once strong man.
Looking out at me
as I become more familiar
to myself, a knowing stranger.
A smirk of ancestral fate
watches as I realise
the unavoidable.
Not me but me accepting
an ever growing collection
of uncoincidental mannerisms.
My heart landed here!
After extravagance
and decadence.
My heart landed here.
A log cabin full of music
And drinks and conversation
Craving experience where
nobody notices anyone else.
No upturned noses, no cares.
Just a happy place for all.
A difficult place to leave
after a sentimental drink.
Explain how you met twice
And fell in love.
If you are lucky,
you will be
where your heart lands.
You will find yourself
pulled there anyway
and it is your choice
to stay or go.
Stay where you are
and wonder what could have been,
Or
Go to them, to it, to there,
and know.
Don’t think about it
one way or the other.
Stay or go,
and live with or without
your dream.
But remember:
You have to live
with the choices you make
or the choices you don’t.
And just before you die,
how will you feel?
Regret that you never knew,
or happy that you did.
There’s nobody forcing you.
There’s no grand plan.
Leave your repose.
Go where your heart lands.
