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Why do we live?
Why do we die?
Do we live so that we can die?
Do we die so that someone can live?
Should we smile after we have cried?
Should we cry for those who will always be in our hearts,
and who we will always be with?

To forget is not in our nature;
to remember is in our blood;
to pay tribute is like creating a door;
to memorialize the fallen is to keep alive the memory
of those who once ran, walked, waited, stood;
to wear a symbol of respect and remembrance
is a hopeful token that costs nothing,
but is worth more than any money could buy;
to feel and to think about what someone must have been through
is a wonderful thing;
to glimpse even for a second that which
someone may rather try to hide
shows you in a glaring and glorious light;
to lay down a flower, a wreath, a thought,
even if you are doing so for those
who will always be a complete stranger,
is like a burst of colour in a field
on a beautiful day in spring.

Every fallen hero had a life-time of dreams;
every child fears the monsters of their nightmares;
every man and woman marching forward to a beat
knows what loyalty and duty means;
everyone who does what they can for someone in need
knows that life for all its magic and beauty
is not always fair.

Every person can make a difference;
every person we meet can be a guardian angel;
every person can be a guiding presence;
every person’s reputation precedes them,
and whether they know it or not
that sense of who they are
is always floating on the surface of a perceptual ocean,
until it rises fully and becomes visible.

There can be only one life for everybody;
there can be only one body for every life;
there can be lots of ways to remember someone,
and one of the best ways is to keep thinking about them,
to keep loving them, and whenever you look for someone
and need someone they are who you will see,
and they will be always a part of the dreams that you have at night.

When we take our final step on our life’s path,
and we step to the side, and stop and watch
the rest of the world, the rest of the universe, pass us by,
we can rest, we can be at peace, we can shine,
and be there for our loved ones,
like we have always been looked on and protected
by those who came before us who reside in the light of the stars,
that is when we realize that we never leave each other,
because we are always together-
no matter how close, or distant;
no matter how near, or far.

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A song sung for someone;
a poem written for
and because of someone who inspires you;
a picture created so that someone’s light can be shone;
a photo in your mind,
or a memory that you can hold in your hand
that immortalizes a person, a time, a moment,
and a forever place of heaven on Earth
that will always be a part of you.

As raindrops fall on the sand,
as the sea swells and the waves rise,
as the wind blows and you fully extend the fingers of your hands,
as the seagulls squawk and fly,
as the memories flood back,
all around me becomes an ocean that I am happily
and contently under the surface of
that is an energy and a light
that no matter how far I go or how deep I descend
will never go out and go to black.

Names ingrained in Oak trees;
words like ‘I love you’ engraved in gold
and worn close to someone’s heart;
song-lyrics and meaning left for someone to find
and re-read and listen to again-
a beautiful verse of immortalized poetry,
an embodiment of quintessential perfection;
like a unique birthmark;
like a message written in wet concrete;
like the layers of life that build up over time;
like a person that instantly touches our soul
from the moment that we meet;
like the steps that you take as you climb-
every touch, every word, every footprint, every indentation,
is a piece of natural sculpture
and like nothing else that has come before
or could ever come after;
like the colour and shine of someone’s eyes.
Things of importance endure;
people live forever;
every heartbeat leaves an echo and a wave;
everyone returns-
no one truly dies once they have been immortalized.

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From the day we are born,
we have good days and we have bad days,
from the first tear that we cry,
we shed tears of sadness and tears of joy,
from the first time that we are put to bed by our parents
and we fall asleep,
everything is new, everything is a daze,
from the first thing that we hold tightly in our hands-
whether it be someone’s finger, or a toy-
we all become attached,
we are all matched,
we all discover something important,
we are all running a race from the front,
and we are all setting our own pace
that will always be different.

We are all born with one special and important gift from day one;
we are all children of the Earth, the moon, and the sun;
we are all born with the gift of our life,
whatever that consists of, and whatever it will grow to become;
we are all brothers, sisters, daughters, and sons.

Every new day can be, should be, will be,
more beautiful than the last as long as you remember
that you are not alone and will never be alone;
every new phase that comes to pass
is the start of a brand new cycle that always takes you
where you need to go and then returns you home.

We all speak more languages than one or many we are knowingly taught,
but those communicative methods are those that are instinctive
and silently spoken, and not recognised
unless you are perhaps scrutinised by a psychotherapist,
or a body-language expert.

Sunny days are the best;
cloudy days are the days when we think and rest;
hot summer days make us all feel energised and great;
cold winter days make us all want to wrap ourselves up tight.

No matter what you do, live every day.
No matter what is happening to you,
or what you are going through,
don’t ever allow yourself to be shackled-
promise yourself to always act and be free.
No matter what time it is, or who you are with,
it always matters what you say.
No matter if things don’t always go as you planned,
just take a breath, go forward,
and say under your breath,
or outloud so everyone can hear,
in your best french accent:
‘c’est la vie’.

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Act in a flash,
do something unexpected,
live in the moment,
don’t even think about it too much
and wonder how you or anyone else will react,
embrace the chaos and the beauty of the imperfect.
Feel like you are rich, even if you haven’t got a cent.

Instincts are super-power;
feelings are a fantastic road to happiness;
thoughts are a rainforest that are the home and habitat
of many wonderful discoveries,
and the place to find new life-
like an unseen, beautiful, new flower.
Touch is always the best accent;
dreams and ideas are the potential of the future
we can all aspire to see manifest before our eyes-
like the always inspiring beauty of your muse’s face.

Life could not be what it is without the balance
that is constantly struck by the recurrent, the unpredictable,
the every-day, and the rare;
everything and everyone would not be as special as they are
if we did not look around us and know how lucky we are
to be living and breathing on this beautiful sphere;
we would never learn if we didn’t sometimes make mistakes,
and run too fast, and occasionally take a trip;
we would never find, or feel, the happiness that is out there
waiting for us if we did not follow our heart, and live, live, live.

The greatest adventures,
the deepest insights,
the best and the most heavenly of mirrors,
the highest heights,
all originated from a seed that fell from a tree,
that grew from a seed, and is a part of a continuous cycle
that began with the first see that came from the great ocean of life,
and which was sparked into growth
by the first raindrop to fall from the sky;
the richest vein of gold can be found within everyone on Earth,
and it’s source is the infinite human heart;
the test of the always present gift of choice is free to all,
and doesn’t need to be bought.

Spontaneity is natural.
Heart’s beat a different speed
depending on how much blood they are pumping.
Jumping out of an airplane without a parachute
can only end one way, and you can only go in one direction,
and even though doing such a thing
would be the most frightening thing you have ever done,
and the last thing you will most likely ever do,
it will also be the most fun.
Being free of gravity in any way,
even if the only thing that can be free to go anywhere
might only be your imagination,
is always thrilling, and is always the first day of a new beginning.

Your own mind, and your own face, is the one you can always trust.
Your life will always be amazing, epic, inspiring, enlightening,
and terrific, if you jump when you feel like jumping,
and you be totally and unapologetically spontaneous.

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Silence. A pause. A full-stop.
A time to think and see.
A natural and needed interruption,
a resonant song-lyric,
a breath-taking moment,
an opportunity to not have to worry about anything
and simply be.

We all need a break sometimes-
even the best play has an intermission.
We all need to stop and look outside at dusk
and watch the luminous lightning-bugs and fireflies,
and hear the sound of the crickets chirping.
It can be a truly beautiful time,
especially when you have had a lot on you mind recently,
and you want to let all your pent-up feelings and emotions go-
that time when you are looking up at the twilight sky
and you know and you see the universe is telling you something
that it wants you to hear, and you need to hear-
that is the time when you can leave the front door of you open
for the stale air to leave and to let the fresh air come in
and clear your mind and vision, to see things come in
and go out of your life with every breath that you take,
and with every gust that the wind blows.
It can feel cold for a while
while you catch your breath and you breathe in deep,
it can be one of the few moments in your life
when you can actually feel truly free.

Sometimes you don’t know you need someone in your life
until you meet them and they fill your life, days, and hours,
with every part of them;
sometimes you don’t know how much you need something in your life
until you feel like you can’t live without it ever again.
Sometimes you don’t know a road you have been traveling on for years
until you break down on it and you stop and see its scenery
up-close and unexpectedly;
sometimes you don’t know your own self
until you look in the mirror and you ask yourself ‘Who am I?’,
sometimes you have to act selfishly, but not hurtfully-
single-mindedly, but not unashamedly.
Sometimes you have to live the life you want to live
rather than the life others would have you live,
so that even a tear can be a smile of happiness from your eye.

Life is about finding peace.
Life is about finding balance.
Life is about acting on things when you are sure about them,
and about using every ounce of emotion- including fear.
Life is about making the most of everything,
exposing yourself to as much as you can,
and letting your heart, mind, soul, run free of any leash.
Life is about taking every chance.
Life is about… that!

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Hand to hand, heart to heart,
I look at you and I understand,
I feel you in my soul and your beautiful inspiration
comes to life within me like the constantly raging fire
that never stops creating a spark.

I know your gorgeous face so well
I could describe it with my eyes closed,
I know your amazing voice from your first hello
and it always makes my mind and my imagination explode.

I saw the look of an Angel
the moment I stared into your endless eyes,
I saw my future looking back at me
and I felt awe and wonder beyond surprise.

I knew when I first saw you something,
and I know now without any doubt,
that you were going to change my life,
transform me like a caterpillar into a butterfly,
and be the miracle maker that would endow my spirit
with the gift of wings, and let the tiger within my heart out.

You are my reason to live,
you are my reason to love;
you are my answer to who I want to be with,
you are my answer to who I can’t get enough of.

I have so much that I want to tell you,
I have so much that I want to show you;
there are so many places we can and will go,
there are so many things I know we will do.

I am always here by your side,
I am always going to be the name on your screen
and the face looking back at you in your reflection;
I am always here holding your hand every second
of our intense and wild ride;
I am always going to look at you and see perfection
in every expression, and feel passion beyond obsession.

I can’t sleep without dreaming about you,
I can’t think without you as my focus;
I can’t breath without the quiver in my lungs that I feel
when I say your name out-loud and I tell the world about you;
I can’t see and I can’t be myself without you,
because you heighten every part of my consciousness like hypnosis.

You cannot be matched.
You and I flow and feel good together,
and are meant to be- like the hero and heroine
of an epic love story.
You and I can never be unattached.
You can do anything, we can do everything,
because you and I are forever acting as-one,
together in perfect symmetry.

My thoughts, my poetry, my life,
is so precious to me.
When I think of something,
when something completely random and unprovoked
pops into my head;
when I pick up my pen
and I write down something that inspires me for some reason,
even if it is a single word,
I can’t tell you how content I feel;
when something as complicated and nuanced as a thought
becomes real because ity can now be seen, spoken, and read.

I wrote my first poem
because I wanted to tell someone that I loved them.
It was the best feeling in the world
when the words first started to come to me in my hour of need
and began flowing from me to the empty page.
The time that I spent writing that first expression of my feelings
for someone who I didn’t know, other than that I loved them,
was, and still remains, one of the most awe-inspiring, fulfilling,
incredible, and magic moments, of my life.
The words just flowed so easily,
like a stream of pure inspiration and love-
and since then I have been in love with writing and expressing
thoughts, dreams, feelings, memories, in all ways and words.
Sharing the essence of something,
using the limited conduit of words and language
to impress upon someone what remains to be imagined,
relived, interpreted, pondered on and about, questioned,
in the same way that you ask yourself and others for days afterwards
how a magician was able to accomplish their spell-binding illusion.

Words are magic. Writers are wizards.
Most people don’t remember what they said, when, or why,
but a writer can never forget-
it is in their nature to tell the world stories of the greatest depths,
and of the most soaring of heights.
It is in a witer’s DNA to create a world
that is of its own space and for its own time,
but a writer strives to be enduring, to live forever,
to write an eternal epitaph that continuously makes people think
and re-read what has been written and read,
and changing the way that they imagine the words
coming to life in their head.

You can’t capture everything in words,
in pictures, or in music, alone;
but with the gift of memory, connection, curiosity,
and an undying need to never let even the smallest of insights of life
from falling through our fingers,
we leave great artifacts for future generations,
scattered like pieces of a vast mosaic,
that to be fully-understood they need to be read, seen, and heard,
as one, and together.

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