Old Poems

I was just looking through my old poems, because something Phil said triggered a memory. What interest me was I found a couple of poems talking about dreams and life’s journey. It seems however much life has changed; I am still the same at the core. Well thought it’d be interesting to share the poems. Hope I could keep the formatting, here goes:-

Ashes

                                   My life

                            is made

                    from the

                         reconstructed ashes

                                        of my dreams.

                                    Dreams that

                            has been

       burned by the

                  fire of defeat.

                         Each time

                                 I with

                                           my    bubbles

        of    hope   gather

   the  scattered  ashes  and

        the    remains    form

           new       dreams

              not    stronger

               renewed!

Rya

24.8.2000

12.43 a.m.

Journey

In this kaleidoscopic world

sometimes it is hard to see

        with clear perception.

What we search

        is almost always an illusion.

What we want

        is never what we get.

As each of us tries

        to complete our journey

        in search of

                love

                        belonging

                                fulfilment.

We sometimes get distracted

        and misdirected by

                lust

                        pretence

                                satiation.

But at the end of the road

what matters most

is the Journey itself

in which He had intended!

Rya

1/2/2002

3.00 p.m.