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