Philosopher's Pen

We only live once We love forever

The music was high and an equaliser for all in the pub Seemingly touching each heart uniquely To some the music was nostalgic others exciting To others it was calming All in all it was setting the mood right Booze was flowing to the depth of every pocket The attitude was one of not judging anyone Everyone minding their own business What this business was was not particularly clear and no one was concerned I was left guessing what had brought us all to this venue The waiting ladies and gentlemen must have been drilled to this It was assumable that it was the business of making money that had brought the all to the venue But who knows? A group of young men was dancing at a corner Probably making a memory for when they grew old An old man was holding a cute lass close to his chest Maybe he was remembering his old days A group of men in their thirties was seated quietly as if they were observing the entire crowd They came in together but they were silent It could be they were licking their

I have lived today Not so happy with how I have done But I am sure I have done my best I have poured my heart to the task I have given my all and I have done my best My best has not been good enough even for me But I am satisfied  That I did my best in the circumstances

Love is a conflict in the soul A bridge where two worlds meet And a river between two lands A fire that burns the mind but sooths the soul It has been a journey for us to stand in this place smiling But felt the pains yesterday I don't even know how I made it to this day Yet love like a fire consumed all that made me feel alive the day before I am left in awe over the possibility that even the pains in a crushing heart feels like hope The wonder of how a smile of a lover is a single word close to a tear Who know what is love, that should be gentle and kind but rides you on its back like a wild stallion? Who knows love that should not keep records of wrong but keeps a record of them but never grows faint? Who knows love that should understand all things but never seems to have a mind to? Who knows love that would not even know itself? Like a stranger in my self I sit in solitude in this uncharted forest Lost to my self I hope my love finds me in her heart waiting for her I can see h