TRIP TO THE ISLANDS

How can life be what you want it to be? Some days are happy, most days are
sad, few days are angry, some can be mad, no day is the mood too much to
handle. No words can express this feeling of my heart, no experience can
equal in height. This is like a picture of writers block squeezing my heart
for comfy words, squeezing my brain but nothing came, I huff and puff
to write some stuff- a picture is really worth a thousand words.
A gentle stranger took me by the hand and memory never failed.

My trip to the Bahamas was one I will always remember as long
as I live. Nature left me breathless, she hugged me with a thousand kisses and
spoke sweet things to my ear, the very life of me she nourished.
What have I been missing all my life? Why have I hesitated to make
my move? Time has been calling me to come and dance but I turned
by the road most travelled by. I wasted it all just to watch her
walk through the door. My tears are bitter and sweet.

The sunset is beautiful. She whispers to me saying "if I could have
you heart, we would never be apart". But I refused. I turned
away and said to her another day. I lived my life by the rules
and played the game called fear. I stayed at home
even though I never wanted to. Dont cry for me cause I
wasted it all in my younger years, I shed so many tears.
The truth is I kept my distance because I feared. I feared myself and
choices untold. But choice is that voice calling you to chart roads untold

Now this is all I have of a memory, just a picture of my passage through the
halls of time. The beach called my name from where I stayed and I
leaped to the rescue. A lone traveller carries zero with him, miles
away from home where no soul knows me, all by myself with nature
as a friend. What a friend she is. I never married but now shall I
take my vows from where I sit, where the coconut trees are tall and thick
like some long necked creatures familiar to my travels, more like tall
sticks but very elegant and curvy.

 I could live here forever if time permitted, but no man can. Is this
a dream? Walking these shores im forever young. Now time is moving
now she is racing, no longer do I wait. Had I stayed out of the sun more
just another day, I wonder the outcome. Im thinking thoughts of joys
that kill. This is real life, how it should be. Not like sheep and zombies
rolling around on four legged creatures chasing worthless paper!
The sun falls gracefully until it is no more only to rise again in an endless
cycle. I could stare at it forvever and perhaps go mad. I must be
 mad cause I abandoned the highway of sanity and rational living for
a wild and carefree solitary existence.

Now I can rest from my weary life of constant toil of buying and spending
of borrowing and lending, of saving and earning and worrying and the
disease of debt. Oh how did I get here? A gentle stranger called
me out from slavery to freedom. I must be mad or perhaps not.
We spoke at first some years ago, I heard his voice as clear as snow
a comfort voice, a  comfort thought he brought. He said "get up and go
go far away. I will show you where to go". So I went and never came
back. I became a ghost for no soul has ever seen me again.
This is paradise. This is heaven. And I dont have to wait. I am
no longer dead but infatuated with beauty and serenity.
It is ironic, the blessed irony. Ive travelled home to sanity
the masked irony- no more to wander.

It is the flow of life and it never ends like a river it is deeper and
thicker, it was always there, I never had to, searching was a waste
of time. We're just wasting time. Cause I never loved her the way
I wanted to, having to run to find what was not lost. Now I there is no
place better than here. Its ironic that life is funny and time is a
clock that ticks life away, second after second and
day after day. She is forever, never desert or forsake.
But wisdom will call so give ear and have no fear for the
rest is still unwritten.

I am the painter with brush in hand, I am the poet line after line
listen to this picture I am trying to paint and draw your own.
Standing here I can hear, hear her more clearly than ever.
She is right beside me. And always was. She never left me
but I chose the road most travelled by- the road to hell
and that is the problem. Now night is crawling upon the scene he is
tired and needs his rest and I must do the same so I say my goodbye
but no for long, closing his eyes he bids me do the same

There is always another day for some and not for others.
Cause life is not guaranteed said the philosopher. It is all useless
Dont be too good and dont be too bad. Live your life and enjoy
of saving and earning and worrying and the disease of debt under
the sun while it shines because you wont be young for too long.
The only thing a man can do is eat and drink and be merry
with the useless life God has granted him. It is okay. Go ahead
Cause naked we came and naked we shall return
and what good is life if you dont enjoy it.

And we reap what we sow cause karma is a judge that works without
pay and there is no difference between the good and bad, the evil and
the just. Everuthing happens for a reason so be carefull how you live
And the camera of life is always rolling you only get one take,
one shot, one kill. Hence make it count. We take one more breath
to the last and one heart beat away to eternity. Dont be afraid!
For now I understand. Perfection is a road filled with potholes of
mistakes and obstacle. Failure is success turned inside out. Life
starts everyone with C- even the ones who score A
There is much ,more for you to do, dont be slave to the game
called fear. Got a mind? You must use it. Understand
theres alot more on the other side and we dont have to run
we dont have to hide.