Grey's Book Club

Show me a man with a bright smile I'll show you one with a tired heart but on and on he goes through life never faltering in his steps. Mirthless laughter, soundless screams a misunderstood man with big dreams but on and on he goes through trials never lacking in his commitments. High atop the mountain sits the majesty of a fountain that will spill gold for him if he stays on this path of his. He will fall down and ache He will fail and cry but one day, he will rise If he treads this road to the end. In the breast of the valley that place wherein lies the balance of the beauty of life and its unfairness lies the fruit of all his labours. If he will only continue on this path. Picture credit: www.twitter.com

Creeping grasses, sweeping winds Healing music, bleeding hearts Songs of freedom in our eyes Just as the clouds turn gold and the half moon starts to show. Despair in the tears they shed From the pain of broken promises The vows taken when the moon was full Songs of freedom in their eyes When the lone star comes to protect. Honesty; the reason men hurt A dearth of lies; why they live but it is in you and I to believe Our hearts are nothing without faith Let's sing songs of freedom with our eyes. Chirping crickets, passing nights Growing old, being forever young Songs of freedom in his eyes just before his skin starts to sag the rare moment all prayers are answered. Picture credit: www.bloglovin.com Authors Biography

Cast me in the shadows God forsake the demon's dark Leave me atop the mountains in Eden The end of every journey. “Show us the way,” they cry the voices of our dreams beyond Invite us to dine at his table the one in charge of life. On these paths, we trod Full of thorns and full of light At the end of the tunnel, we turn Farther again is Eden. Peace, oh peace, we beckon that feeling of freedom just below our chests where the breaths we take in soothe and all our shady encounters fade. These are my dreams of Eden A place of eternal promise On top of that mountain; my living destiny That place where my words won't die. Picture Credit: www.pinterest.com

Like an out of body experience  I watched my life pass in front of my eyes unable to do anything but gape at the changing scenes.  Fearing for my soul I prayed a strong wind would make people hear the cry So, I at least could say I tried.  I closed my eyes and shut my mind It was easy to succumb to the fear I listened as people passed by and hoped one would care enough to stop But they all scurried away as if they could not see me oh, I at least could say I tried.  I wished I could face my past and chase the demons instead I rose to face the fear I ran because I wanted to live and I chose to rearrange the puzzles of my life  It might never be complete for perfection is a facade But I at least can say I tried.  Picture credit: www.shutterstock.com