Life and plans don't mix

I have been running 
For so long now on treadmills  
It seems I have long forgotten 
Why I started running in the first place 

They say life is what happens
Outside the plans we make 
It waits for no man "pull your weight up son"
To get his house in order 

It  is more like, build as you go, clean as you go 
But don't forget to lift the carpet up 
Every now and then for spring cleaning 
A few skeletons piling up, weighing us all down 

Half way the game changes not like predicted seasons 
Never at the finish line as we expect 
To start as new, a fresh page of conundrums 
All woven into each other finely abstract and entwined 

And life just keeps happening tic toc 
John Lennon knew best with wisdom 
Guess that made him a lucky man 
To have had the realization, awakening call 

An understanding on the meaning of life 
Life is what happens when you go making plans 
Saving the world and exposing the pretentious 
And just in a blink of an eye he got shot,  dead and no more  

I read somewhere a list of five things 
Most people say they regret on their death beds  
And sat down to stock take and ponder  
A true check list, avenue to compare with  

No man lived wiser and spoke with sincerity  
Said the ultimate truth without prejudice or falseness  
Than a dying man with last breaths 
To call his own nothing to lose of this worldly desire

No hold backs
For game change
In last cards played 

The five list of regrets on death beds given by a nurse to compare with 
1. I wish  I had the courage to live a true life to myself, not the life others expected of me
2. I wish I didn't work so hard
3.I wish I did have the courage to express my feelings
4.I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends
5. I wish that I had let myself be happier

How to welcome New

Birth to celebrate 

Dawn to awaken sunrise  

A count down to new 

No Ordinary Love

How heavy is the weight of a pearl 
To stay so low under the waves 


How strong is the hands of  a diamond 
Yet with precious hold, please do not drop it 


How possible can a flesh of an organ to respire 
Be with such emotion's hold, what gives  


I have seen it in person, I  have  
In shape and size, nothing to make of it 


Out on the surgeon's operating table, so ordinary 
With stained blood caught in old veins, so humdrum 


Yet behind rib cage enclosed, I feel a sense 
My heart, my emotions, gives; no ordinary love 


No ordinary love, enchanted and I respire 
To breathe again, to breathe again   

Four A Side;A losing side

This must be the start of summer 
When four a side, with one on the side 
For one of the sides, had one more in hand  


Hold battles on the field 
To resolve an age old conflict 
Of lets play each side; a friendly game 


Keeping in mind, with age count plus one 
One of the sides, doubles the other with age 
Of course, just as it happens with one spare to play  


The end result, without goal line technology 
Stood as a symbol of the outcome met 
Fifteen : Seven, holy, holy cow; was that French 


But as this stands as an age old battle 
Where strangers meet, and choose to battle 
I prescribe another of such events, to redeem lost pride 


Indeed to redeem lost pride 
To have two left feet and age count against 
With barbecue and beer, served on the menu, as excuse 


This must be the start of the summer 
On the park, with strangers encounter and bravado 
Another battle would soon be fought, legs stretch  


To redeem lost pride, to be young again 
With memory books open to be inscribed 
This must be the start of summer 

The Park Rest

Today the sun is out 
My girl is in an African wear 
The park is a stone throw away 


On the bill board is barbecue 
On the menu is friends gather 
Laughter to be served along side 


What sun, sunny Sunday, brings 
Is a days rest from the tracks 
And summer is worshiped this day 

Rolling Stone

Life is a rolling stone, in motion pictures 
Emotions harsh-tag, on attention seeking  


Time capsules with memory banks  
Milestone stages to gate crush, with ambition   


Decades as cue for change in characters played  
To out grow and be embarrassed about skeletons in closet 


Love and friendship is a complicated spanner of infatuation   
And need, thrown right in, in the way of  rolling stones   


Loneliness is a disease we try to avoid, best to avoid 
But sometimes we rather for piece of mind 


Yet as luck will have it, and humanity is conditioned  
Loneliness, seriously is a diseases best avoided 


We laugh, we cry, humour we call Irony and then rose cottages 
We are all tasked to live a life, rolling on, until we hit a stop 


Did I miss anything, anything to ponder 
Oh well, just rolling on by, as a rolling stone 

The best is

The best is yet to be 
The sun is yet to shine 
Spring is yet to blossom  


Teasers and trailers 
With brief introduction  
The best is yet to come, 

Hold on to your seat  
For the prequel to the sequel, 
In such exciting meets   


A single daffodil 
Is nice to look at, bless 
The best is yet to come 

But have you seen 
A park full, 
With bonanza 

Spread as far 
As the eye can see, 
The best is yet to come 

If fun and joy, 
Happiness is what you came for 
The best is yet to come 

If you believe in life 
As a magic of encounters 
Get yourself ready then, 

For the best is yet to come 
The best is yet to come 
The best is yet to come

Salty poop-corns 
Or that sugar coated 
The best is yet to come 

A seat at the front, 
Middle or well, well at the back
The best is yet to come 

How to sweeten the clouds

If it rains, and every umbrella 
Swings wide its span, to capture space  
Trench coats and wellington boats 


Pots of water flood canyons 
Enraged one, with frustration 
By the driver who splashes on ponds 


Misery drawn on the face with drench 
If it rains, and everything gets wet 
And umbrella's forms mask to disguise faces 


And all long for a clement weather 
Look out for the girl with the flower yellow 
And ask her to fly to t' sky to seek word with t' clouds 


Bearing flowers, as gift to please 
To say, to the clouds, hold back your tears, dear 
And do not cry, here is a flower to cheer you up!


How to sweeten the clouds 
Hold back your tears, hold back your tears, dear 
This is how to sweeten the clouds   

Urn Holds Flowers

Urn holds flowers; joy   

Send me, love, hangs, kisses  

Celebrations wish

The Boss's Boss

Summer nears the end of seasons 
Like car journeys, road trip 
So many drama and excitement  
To have witnessed,  being a part of 


So many happy memories, on drive by  
To archive in memory banks, stored  
Against the week long starts

Like clock works  
Mechanism 
Stroking away 


With alarm sounds, dress code  
Pay code, stage set reverse  
In characters played 


Say hello to the boss, 
In bosses for me, in greeting   
Seen in my rear view mirror 
    
Tell him to let you off by 5 
On time by 5 
On the dot by 5 

While the sun, 
Still smiles 
With a happy face

For a quick run 
On the parks of play parks
Before the sun goes down 

For the night's rest 
And cars are back 
Sat on drive ways 

Parked to rest the night 
The night, to rest the night 
To rest the night away  

Allow Me

Let me wake your inner child

With sweet lullaby, on acapela  

Just to see you smile

Friendship

I will hand you a leaf,  

An olive leaf I picked myself   

With scribbled message, friend oh friend 

Bucket List

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Just so you know, friend 
As we proceed, steps steps     
Attention class, hamsters in suit  


Look here, look here  
Chatter box, on pontification  
I am talking, now you listen 


And as before on day break   
On dawn, to take up tools   
To sweat in worship of success 


After this day 
When shadows are cast 
On migrating birds   


Past the hour of working clocks    
Safety hats, telephones ring rings  
And hot tea at 7 am with biscuits, being "English"  


Okay still a day left in hours, granted
Maintain your position in role play 
Like a soldier on the front line


So as we proceed 
Bucket list in scribbles, 
Of tangos in acts to follow


Before sun rise,  and cock crows 
Becomes of let loose 
And stress balls are back into fashion  


As we proceed 
Just so you know, 
I am not saying 


As in saying, thus saying, 
As said of nothing 
Dramatic like kicking the basket


But just so you know 
To avoid confusion
I am on about the weekend's bucket list


Who is in, show of hands 
Getting off treadmill as we proceed 
Attention all, as we proceed

Ok now get ready for the 
Big kiss from me 
To seal the deal 

The Rich Man

You know, some people say 
The way I act, its just like a rich man      
They say the way, I walk     
I talk, its just like a rich man     


So then I must be rich   
I am a rich, rich, rich, Mr rich man  
They say the way I laugh surely    
Just like a rich man     


So then I am a rich man, I must be  
But then my bank manager frowns   
W' he sees me, clocks ticks slowly in his eyes, at my presence   
Not the fat cat he hoped for, he prefers to see   

Somebody go tell him, with a firm grip on awakening 
Explain the confusion, with authority and clarification  
That I am a rich man, I am rich  
Indeed I am a rich man, I am seriously rich


For my content made as in, me as a being, rich  
Because I live a rich life, full 
Banking smiles around  all day, with joy
In my portfolio of deeds done, all day with warmth 


Happiness in stocks take  
Return in harvest, investment of smiles, kindness
I am joy, happiness runs in my blood veins 
That is why some people say  


Some people say, the way I act   
Oh, its just like a rich man 
I am rich, rich, richness is made of me 
So call me, Mr rich man, I am rich 


And I like to spread it  all around 
Call me the philanthropist, free giving 
Sharing my wealth, like rain on drought land
I am so rich, rich, rich, I say 


That is why 
The way I walk, I talk, I smile 
Oh, just like a rich man
Call me, Mr rich man, richie rich

The Phone Call

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Distance separates lovers and friends
Journey of destiny and of strive
One of tacit, for the silent speaker


While exploration 
Brings as joy of enlightenment
New discovery and awaking


Cold the heart goes when thoughts of love ones 
Not seen, not heard from,  
For a while comes to mind


On the starving feel of emotions need
Like a draught invasion on fertile land, 
Quietly the heart cries for completeness find


Then a phone call out of the blue
Heard like ghost voice  
Shock at first prompt it brings


Instance excitements 
With joy to be had
Oh my darling I have missed you so

What is love

What is love, 
Surrendering 
My affinity 


Love is faceless, 
But known by all
It is a touch, a feeling, 
Joy to be had


It is a reflection 
Of value, fulfilment 
Appreciation, completeness
Price to be had


Love in meaning, 
Value of what we are 
And are defined by


By  friends we make
The memory we share
The joy of knowing some one cares


The essence 
Of our existence 
The enrichment of our soul
The recognition of what beauty holds


Life in meaning 
Is in context of, what love
What legacy we leave behind


For all the riches in the world
 Is without value, or meaning
If there is no love to share with


And there is nothing more touching 
Than to hear others with free will 
Testify their love as we reciprocate 


I love you bo, bimbi
And miss you so
With love's definition 

Surfing The Morning Glory

Shepherding the "flock" of ambitions 
Like queues of the morning glory
Lined up to be surfed 


The week has been long
Like a journey of epic voyage 
Trials and tribulations 
Dragons to have slayed 


Turbulence that threaten 
Birds without wings 
Man with imaginations, strive 
Stood tested, by virtue on my making


On days like this, stood in t' out back of wilderness
I wish to surf the highest winds 
Glide on the clouds, the morning glory
Between the heavens and earth. 


At this stage, in the process of defining a man
I am not ready to pass the bucket, 
Pack a suit case and join the heavens, 
I am King Leonidas, facing off the Persians 


Though I feel like a warrior after conquest
Coming off the battle field, with  fresh scars
Gliding the morning glory for a reprieve 
If only for a nights rest 


Still too much indulgence 
To be acquired on earth 
And love is still blossoming 
It is with what joy we look forward to


With stories yet to tell, many more to be added
As life experience, as the lives we lived
Yet between genesis and revelations on course
We yearn the need to come up for fresh air 


On days like this, calling "time out" on battlefields 
I wish to ride the highest clouds home, carried by the winds 
No wings to flap, surfing the morning glory on glides
To finish off the long and testing week

Flower Love

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Her beauty, blossom portrayed
Held like the American Beauty
In classics, images that lingers
And I will be Kevin  Spacey


She smiles with delight, 
Surrounded by natures 
Symbols of fertility to pollinate, 
And I will be the bee to scent her


This is spring in reflections, 
Soft on the eye, green leaves 
Gives her wings on her behind 
Like a fairy with hips to admire 


And her eyes do smile 
Making the connection 
Between reciprocal and admiration
Like hippies with love to share


And India Arie 
With guitar songs to serenade 
She brings the Sunday feel 
Of relaxation to my heart

The Great Escape

Dare devils are always on bikes
Stunting staging the great escape
To think vertigo is absent up on sky scrappers

The mind left will puzzles, admirers conundrums
In trying to understand, with reason juggling away 
Why craziness is the singularity in all heroes admired 

Two legged wheels, on assault course, wiggling on bends
With the winds behind ears, blowing lullaby melodies 
Escape into the fringes of realism edge, where madness resides

Just wear a helmet, "health and safety and all"
To slow, observers heart beat, cowards are no where near to be seen
Escape into adrenaline parkways, like a drug to be had on rainbow 


After all tomorrow is just another day to be had
Until death becomes of us all eventually like clock work 
And heroes die as legends with a stupid smile on their face 

Lining up for Communion

Keep Out 
The foolish rush in
Where angels fear to tread , in May
And cowards are never
Tainted with sacrifie, of giving

Pour me a glass full of posion
Watch me lick
My lips in knowing 

It has to be
A mountain to be climbed,
Sweat in tore, to gain its reward

Hand me my crown of torns
Allow me to push down
To adjust and  fit well

After I will assert,
In affirmation, in joy, belief
I loved once and again in this life