My world seems unreal.
Like it’s clouded in a veil.
Never knowing what’s around.
Moving so fast, until I hit the ground.
Turning to see what I fell upon.
My world now seems to be gone.
For there is nothing but my own two feet.
Clearly I’ve been beat.
Not by the world itself.
I just couldn’t see, what was on my own shelf.
Dance In The Rain
I dance in the rain with thee.
For your mind and soul set me free.
Laughter and love on this night.
Together, we will not be fright.
Standing against the storm.
This is how love does form.
I cherish this moment for all time.
And hope I never turn into a lime.
For when that happens, all is lost.
Love is always the last to be tossed.
I will always remember you.
Even if it means, that I’ll turn blue.
Despite the fact, we’re worlds apart.
Only you can have my heart.
Changing Winds Prevail
The world around me is narrow and thin.
This is not something, I can easily win.
Chaos and the hectic abound in this wood.
Though I look around and see much good.
People are skeptic and thus they can’t see.
The world around them is already free.
From the lies and turmoil of their lives.
The passion and love, that’s what drives.
For they know the secret, from within.
That the thoughts have always been.
They strive for all they’ve done.
All you can think of is a pun.
Open your eyes, so you can see.
Change always starts within thee.
The world is ending
Seasons of fall are burning
The New Will Die Young
Haiku – Written by: Roger Hoyt
Why are we here?
It’s a question I’ve often pondered.
Many wonder if life has meaning at all.
No one’s ever came back to tell us otherwise.
Often we never get anywhere.
Many times too late, we’re already there.
Perhaps we have everything right here, or not.
Will we ever even know?
Life is truly a journey.
Why then does it feel as though I’m caged?
That I’m running in cirlces, going no where fast.
I see in others, what I see in myself.
Why then, do I not see this flower?
Even though, it’s right under my nose.
Struggling to reach the top, just to get a bit of light.
Only to fade away when winters frost comes.
Then I realize, that the meaning of life has always been here.
Right under my nose, just waiting to be seen.
To live, to grow, to die, to be reborn again.
Is it that simple?
Why did this not click before?
Just like the flower, growth takes time.
Time that there isn’t much of.
That is why we’re reborn again.
Until we learn what we need.
This is just a quick post to wish you all a Happy New Year.
New Years Resolutions are being made or have been made. I’d rather not make New Years Resolutions. Why? Simple really, most of the time we don’t keep them anyway.
What’s my plan? To set some goals throughout the year and take action. Rather than make a Resolution that I’m not likely to do anyway, I’ll just plan out my yearly goals and work towards them.
For those of you who haven’t seen it yet, here is my 2012 New Years Resolution List made by Gaye Crispin. It’s in reference to the image below.
The world twist and turns.
Thus my soul surely burns.
Life leaves, yet is still there.
Nothing is ever really fair.
To hear the cries of a million strong.
No, it’s not something I did wrong.
They lash out at me.
When all I want is to be free.
Written by: Roger Hoyt
Now I see with my own eyes.
Tears of the fallen, are many of cries.
Though sorrow they do feel.
Like the skin, it does peel.
Wine and moan, as they cover their face.
Struggling to climb back grace.
No one sees them, for they are shamed.
Their wild spirits, can not be tamed.
Written by: Roger Hoyt