Middle Of The Road

Middle Of The Road

I have traveled so many roads

In so many different lands

And in more worlds than I can count

There is always so much to see

So many travel as I do

Some walk down the right side of the road

Some walk down the left

All they see is what’s right beside them

But, I have never been like them

I never stray from the center line

That way I can see both sides of the road

The good sides and the bad

And I always feel safe

Because I know the world better than the others

Your Fairy Land

Your Fairy Land

Walk with me

Stroll down a medieval street

Flowers covering a stone home

Their scents filling the air

Even if you wear your jeans and tee

As long as you hold my hand

And I can see your beautiful smile

You will always be milady

Wearing the finest dress ever made

As you walk through a real fairy land

So Many Voices

So Many Voices

So many voices

All screaming

Sharing their ideas

Some are good

Some are bad

Some are just stupid

But they all still shout

So many voices together

Yet they scream separately

There are no words of unity

No one can hear anything

All the ideas jumble together

Making no sense at all

So, stand alone

Make your point with wisdom

And do not yell

Someone will listen

And something will be done

Your Light

Your Light

I know one thing

My love for you will never end

And I know that no matter where I am

You will never allow me to be lost

I will always know my way home

All I must do is look into the sky

And look for the light of your heart

It will always lead me home

And into your arms

Right where I belong

I Will Wait

I Will Wait

I know that I will not wait forever

I will wait for an eternity

No matter how cold it gets

The time of night is not important

I know that as long as I wait

There will be a single minute

I will see you walking down the path

And even if it has been decades

Please remember that I will at that bench

Waiting and watching for you

Just to tell you that I love you

A Reason For Cuteness

A Reason For Cuteness

God made babies cute

And he did it for a reason

The bright eyes

The sweet innocent smile

And the rosy cheeks

They are all a plot

He knew His babies would scream

Would poop and pee all over everything

They would throw up on our best clothes

And spit their food in our faces

But He made them cute

So we could forgive them

We’d smile and say that they are cute

No matter what they did

Then we could go to OUR rooms

To thank God for making them so damn cute

And to dream about the day when they have a child

And it turns out the same way they did

Just as cute so they will stay out of trouble

At least until they become two years old

And then watch out!

Sincerely Yours

Sincerely Yours

I have said it so often

Maybe too often

But it was the right way to end a letter

At least that is what I was told

Sincerely yours never really meant anything

They were just two words above my name

We met a while ago

Both rushing to catch a plane

You gave me your address and asked me to write

Letter after letter passed between us

Each time we got closer

Until one day when I wrote ‘sincerely yours’

It was no longer just an end to a letter

I wrote it as a promise to you

A promise to be sincerely yours forever and a day

A Speck Of Dust

A Speck Of Dust

I have some news for you

We all know what you think

You are the center of the universe

A special blessed being

The only one who matters

But we all know better

You are not the center of the universe

You are not the center of the galaxy

You are not the center of the solar system

You are not even the center of our planet

What you are is an insignificant speck of dust

Floating on another piece of dust

Swinging around a burning piece of dust

Which floats around with other pieces of dust

Your ego created a universe around you

But to the rest of us

We have something to tell you

You are a speck of dust like the rest of us

No better and no worse

Drifter

Drifter

By R.e. Taylor

You call me a drifter

I think I am an explorer

Even though I may never leave my country

I travel looking for new lands

New cities, villages and towns

Each with their own cultures

Their own traditions

And sometimes their own language

But no matter where I roam

Or what I may see

Wherever I am when the sun sets

For that night

That will be home to me

© 2017 Shadowlight Publishing

A Care Free Walk

A Care Free Walk

By R.e. Taylor

I walk the streets

I can see other people

I know that they have problems

Everyone does

But I do not want to hear them

Honestly, I just don’t care

I do have my own problems

Certainly, I do

I chose to keep them locked away

Instead, I walk the streets

Feeling the warmth of the sun

Savoring the cool Autumn breeze

As I walk I leave my worries behind me

And my mind and heart are as carefree

The same as they were when I was born

A million torments ago

© 2017 Shadowlight Publishing

God's Painting

God’s Painting

I know the day will come

When I will be standing with God

I hope that I can watch him painting

Using just the right colors

Placing them in just the right places

Stroke after stroke after stroke

He knows just which brush to use

To make the picture appear as a miracle

He wants to make his canvas a new reality

A new world of unbelievable beauty

And if I can just see Him apply one stroke

I will know that I am in Heaven

Music In The Mountains

Music In The Mountains

By R.e. Taylor

Just six hours away from home

Hidden in the New South Wales mountains

A place where rock and rap cannot be found

Where guitars, banjoes and Jack are friends

Cowboys and cowgirls walk the street

Looking for the right singer singing the right song

But no one ever has to look too far

Million selling singers play on the streets

And take the time to talk to their fans

There is no other place on Earth

Where money takes a second place

They play for their fans and look for their smiles

And maybe some will be inspired to dance

Tamworth is a whole other world

And I hope that someday I will go

Just to listen to the music, sing along and dance

© 2017 Shadowlight Publishing

Newspaper’s Comeback

Newspaper’s Comeback

At one-time newspapers were king

They were delivered everyday

Thrown by a million boys and girls

Headlines blared across the page

Forcing you to want to read the story

Daily comics and classifies

Coupons inserted every Wednesday

A special way for you to save money

Making them something to look forward to

But that was a generation ago

Now, the news comes twenty-four hours a day

And the news reporters are more important than the news

Brought into the house through TV and computers

Different channels, different sites tell different stories

Some even make up the news they tell you

Maybe someday a child will look at a newspaper

And they will ask what it is

And maybe that child will read it

And maybe print will live again

The Road Less Traveled

The Road Less Traveled

By R.e. Taylor

I never take the popular road

I am just not that kind

If there is a less traveled path

I will take it

If there isn’t one I will make it

Maybe that doesn’t make sense

I might be a little crazy

But there is so much to see

Hidden behind the giant trees

Another world within reach

If you have the nerve to stray

Now, I know this is not for everyone

And I would never expect it to be

But for me it is the way I was raised

And it will be the way I die

Laying in a world no one knows

© 2017 R.e. Taylor

The Reading Girl

The Reading Girl

By R.e. Taylor

She is not a normal girl

She does not like coffee shops

Or shopping for new shoes

She doesn’t talk about her friends

She rarely goes out after work

But she does enjoy discovery

Looking for new worlds and peoples

She loves listening to creativity

And the joy that words can bring

When she goes to lunch

She leaves her world behind

She finds her own place to live\

Alone on a dock in a secluded harbor

She finds the escape she desires

Hidden in the pages of the book she loves

© 2017 R.e. Taylor

You Are My Disease

You Are My Disease

By R.e. Taylor

I have an incurable illness

I have tried to heal

But there is no hope

When I see you it comes back

Ever harder than it was before

My heart beats extra beats

I breathe harder than ever

My love for you is my malady

And I know that I will suffer forever

But I really don’t mind

As long as you keep staying contagious

I will love you

And I promise for as long as I live

That I will never to be cured

© 2017 R.e. Taylor

The Saga Of A Bushranger

The Saga Of A Bushranger

Six hundred banks behind him

A dozen police on his heels

Lawfully hunted for his crimes

He ran into a field

As shots rang out he fell

Killed by thirty pieces of lead

At least that is the story told

The truth is hidden to history

Yet revealed in legends old

Of a man who slept beneath a tree

Shot once while he laid dreaming

His body mutilated by police

Shot thirty more times in his bedroll

Such is the story of bushranger Ben Hall

A criminal murdered in his sleep

Or was he a man who faced justice

At the end of policemen’s rifles

Enjoying My Life

Enjoying My Life

I awaken on a sunny morning

My heart is sad for some reason

Depression fills my soul

I struggle to the bathroom

Finding my medicine cabinet

So many pills of so many colors

One makes me happy

Another makes me sleep

And another does nothing at all

The one I swallow is my magic pill

It creates such a beautiful world

Swirling colors in the sky

Colors never known by artists

I look at the colors as they envelop me

Wrapping me away from the world

In my mind I know that they are not real

They are born from pharmaceutical magic

But at that moment I do not care

I am finally enjoying my life

One Moment

One Moment

One moment

Never meant to happen

Yet always planned for

When two of Olympus’ greatest

Apollo and Selene come together

Meeting above our Earthly plain

To look down on the lands below

Deciding our fate for the year

Whether it will be feast or famine

Whether we will have illness or health

If we will live happy or with grief

No one will notice when they dance

Or if they sing their special song

And that moment they will be long gone

But the decisions will be made

We may never know what they decided

And that may be our blessing

I Will Listen

I Will Listen

I am not going to be polite

I, rather we, don’t have time for that

We have been fighting each other

Like fools who do not know better

You are either stupid children

Throwing yourself down having a tantrum

Or you are a stupid adult

Measuring your penis against the next guy’s

Either way you are an embarrassment

And no one really cares what you think

So just do us all a favor and shut the hell up

After all we are all humans

We are all shades of brown

And we all bleed red

So, put your anger and hatred away

Sit down and think, if you can

And then come and talk to me

I promise I will listen

All My Sins

All My Sins

For all of my sins

I cannot judge myself

I have done so much wrong

In a life that is too short

But I have been judged

I have been condemned

And I will be killed at noon

When I feel the rope on my neck

And as it tightens around my throat

My life will never be clearer

I will see the paradise I will be denied

I can blame no one else for its loss

And with my last breath I know

I took my own paradise from me

Nature's Art

Nature’s Art

Wind and rain

Sun, waves and, sand

The tools of an artist

Given to nature by God

With unlimited talent

And a canvas as large as the world

Nature’s art can be found

Hiding in plain sight

All you have to do is look around

You will see the works of nature’s brush

Through that you will see art beyond man