A rainbow is a beauteous thing,

Its wonder we behold!

And ponder if we’d ever find,

The elusive pot of gold.



If it were not for the sunshine,

And the clouds upon the sky.

There would not be such colours,

Such beauty by and by.



There would not be the promise,

That is in every stroke.

There would not be the wonder,

Of the mercy God bespoke.



And how often do we miss it?

The elusive rainbow not see?

And just keep travelling onwards,

That through the pot of gold we would be free.



But freedom comes from the beauty,

Of the sunshine and the clouds.

The journey that we travel,

The joy and troubles found.



They each compliment the other,

Would bring out our true colours see?

And create a beauty more wondrous,

Than any other you would see!



So friend as we would travel,

This journey of our life.

Lets remember the beauteous rainbow,

The promise of eternal life.



Lets know that through our troubles,

We would just require the rain.

And soon will come the sunshine,

To bring out our beauty again.



And through this wondrous beauty,

Others too perhaps may see

The gold is in the rainbow,

The end is where we be.

She stood there, drink in hand

Moving her body seductively

Dancing the dance....

A smile, teased her red lips

Alluring



He stood there, drink in hand

Cool, Stoic, Handsome

He observed the girl

And others.....

In the crowded bar.



They stood there, drink in hand

A laugh, a smile, a flirt

Each portraying the joy

The illusion

Each quietly desiring what others had



Not those there.........

But those home, with their fires

Their love, their friends, their life.



Alone, they danced the dance

Played the game,

Flirted away



Alone,

in the crowded bar.

The solo pretenders

The web entangles the creature.

Small and helpless

It remains stuck in its sticky cloak

Prodded and poked by his captor

Tormented until longing for release

Whether it be in death....

Or freedom

Knowing only that this is no way to live

And yet, live it will

Each day growing not weaker

But stronger

In its need for freedom....

Or escape.

Until one day

Those sticky threads will be broken

And the creature can fly free

And thrive.

Those shining threads will trail

like ribbons

Banners to the escape

Testament to the struggle

A forever reminder

Of the web.

The Samurai sword cuts
Through my soul
Each syllable marking a
Swathe through my heart.

Those words
Couched in wellbeing,
laced with malice.


Careless
You seek to heal your pain
By inflicting another.
Fear
For the loss.
Control of another your comfort.


Destroy my heart then oh wise one.
Try if you will,
But remember,
I know!


Your words may hurt but
I am strong
They will not destroy.
I have decreed it so!


Within this lies my strength.
I will not surrender
Nor flee
But fly.


Beware your weapon yielding
That you cut not your own soul
In two
Beware.

The flames burned away the old
The grief, despair and loneliness,
limiting beliefs, unworthiness,
the 'cant's, won't, and 'buts' burned to ashes
The old life cindered
those deeply treasured things released
to fly free and soar in their own right
The flames burned brightly
leaving nothing untouched
on their journey into the depths of hell.
Burning all...
....nothing left but a desolate pile of ashes
then in the stillness.....
... a single flame sparks to life
then another, and another
bursting forth from the ashes
Golden feathers of new birth
taking flight and bursting forth with new beginnings
The Phoenix has arisen
New life and potential gaining force
with every flap of its glorious wings
The ashes now gone, and the old and painful with them.
Now lies a blank canvas
waiting for the first brush stroke,
the first glimpse of penmanship
to write the new life.
A life that honors us
A life that befits us
A life that is limitless in its possibilities
as are we..
.. when we dance
The Dance of the Phoenix.