The Road

The Road

Life always has twists and turns

We learn many of them while we grow

Our parents tell us what to do

How to minimize the effects of life

But sometimes life comes without twists

Just a straight road leading from birth to death

Maybe with small ups and downs

Maybe with some junk covering your path

And your travels will not always be easy

You should remember one thing in your journey

The road will never be more than you can handle

But it will always give you what you deserve

In Her Heart

In Her Heart

She lived a normal life

A nice home

A clean floor

And a typewriter she never used

Then her dream became a story

That she thought had to be told

The typewriter came to life

She wrote word after word

Her palimpsest covered her floor

Still she kept on telling her story

Writing on ream after ream of paper

But even if her story was never finished

If no one ever had the chance to read it

In her heart she was still an author

Her Heaven

Her Heaven

When she was a little girl

She was told of distant lands

Princes and princesses

Lived in magical lands

Where unicorns roamed the forests

The skies were always blue

Flowers bloomed in every color

And the air always smelled of lilac

A century later that same girl lies on a bed

Fighting for another moment of life

But when her time comes

She steps into another world

The one her mother told her about.

Not an imaginary fairy tale land

Her mother told her of a Heaven

That she created just for her

In The Dark

In The Dark

I love laying in the dark

Somewhere between sleep and awake

Between life and death

That lets me travel

Throughout this world

And so many other worlds

But never with a fear

No thoughts or ideas

Just me and nothing else

I may travel a billion miles

Or maybe just across the room

It all depends on where my mind allows

But I will always return

To my own room when the sun pours in

It is just too bad that I will not remember

Where I was or what I did

Because I am sure it was glorious

Trials Of A Parent

Trials Of A Parent

Why did I grow up?

I should have known better

My parents suffered

Worrying about life

How to provide for everyone

How to make sure we would learn

Throughout the years I heard them cry

But I also heard them laugh

As the years passed by

Now, I am grown with my own kids

And I have the same worries

And I wonder when I lay down to sleep

How did they make it?

How did they live without their mind burning?

I will never know since I never asked them

But I loved them, and I hope that in future years

My kids will think back and remember

Just as I do now

What parents suffer through to give them a good life

And they know they will know they will get through it

Just like we did so many years before

Dream

Dream

Dream if you can

Dream of a world with no storytellers

No poets or musicians

How boring of a world would that be

No way to share our thoughts

Our feelings would stay locked away

And we would not know how to dream

Untitled

Untitled

There are millions looking for you

Wanting to kill you for sport

I understand your fear

But we are not all like that

Some look at you for your beauty

For your strength and regal glory

So, please run free Milord

Tell your kind to run when they can

Hide when they have to

Some of us still love you

And we want you here for a very long time

Wishing For Wings

Wishing For Wings

By R.e. Taylor

I wish for a set of wings

I don’t want to be an angel

I don’t want to go to Heaven

There is no way I would be welcome there

I just want to fly above the clouds

I want to look back on this sad planet

With all of its blue and green

No borders or governments

Where people are mere specks

No races or religions

Just one people living together

Sharing this sad little world

I wish for a set of wings

I don’t want to be an angel

I don’t want to go to Heaven

I only want to see life as it should be

Is that too much to ask

The Hidden Stories

The Hidden Stories

There is a lot hidden inside you

Someone has hurt you

And you think everyone will do the same

Your eyes show the pain

The lack of trust that you have

They also show that you have hope

Not much right now

But the hope is still there

I just want to let you know

I will not push you to talk

But I will wait here until you are ready

I just want you to know that someone cares

Stacking Stones

Stacking Stones

I was here long before you

Stacking the stones

In just the right way

Every one was laid with thought

Always careful not to disrupt the flow

I stacked those stones

But not for me

I was never important

They were meant for you

To give you serenity, peace and hope

That was my wish for you

And all who come after you

Things To Do Book

Things To Do Book

There is a book I am writing

Maybe not writing but inspiring

Every day another page is added

Only then do I get to read it

Some pages I ignore to my peril

Others I take as gospel

I know that no one will ever read it

They wouldn’t understand if they did

There is no plot or characters

Just someone writing down their wishes

Hoping that they will be granted

Maybe I will grant a few of them

But they can take out their own cat to the vet

That’s where I draw my line