Flowers in Bloom

Flowers in bloom appear so beautiful.
Time and care has caused them to prosper.
Left alone, they will still grow.
There are seasons to roses.
First they are born,
soon they whither away,
but then they rise from the dead
more beautiful than remembered.

Flowers in bloom appear so beautiful.
But roses have thorns,
Roses can bleed.
Roses may prick, or be broken, or even tear.
Handle every beautiful rose with affection matched with caution.
Appreciate the beauty of the flower, never forgetting its fragility.

Flowers in bloom can whither away,
but like the Phoenix from the ashes,
they are reborn to a new life from a bright burning flame.

The Craving

I want a smoke.
I sit in a room full of no one and nothing.
I want a cig,
I want to feel the smoke dance on my lips.
The first breathe in,
Then the slow release.
When I smoke, I find peace.
Give me a smoke, please.
Let me feel peace.
The world is tugging from all corners.
I don't know which roads to take.
Old paths forgotten,
Transformed to new beginings.
Just give me a smoke!
Let the deep breathe in.
Let me stop making mistakes.
Let the pain sink out of my soul,
Let it drift into the mist of the midnight air.
Let me have that sweet release...
Give me a smoke, and let peace be renewed.
I take care of the world,
but lose myself in their pain.
Let the healing begin,
Let the cig give me time.
Peace will come,
but my heart is breaking from the sadness around me.
Give me a cig...
Just one sweet puff.
Please, allow me to have just a little peace of mind.

The Tempest of Hope

When the storm winds blow and thunder crashes through the windy air,
Know it is not the end.
Though the seas may storm, tossing you into a new unknown direction...
Never fear.
While you may be blind to where you are going,
The seas will take you where you need to be.
There will be many roads to travel, and many tempests to face.
Sometimes, you need to go through where you have been
In order to find where you were always meant to be.