The Angels On Our Shoulders ...

I never in my dreams,
Imagined finding someone like you.
You've always been in my life; and now,
I could never live without you.

You are so special to me,
So sweet, so loving, and caring.
You gave me the world to see,
The trumpets in my mind are fan faring.

The stars have never shined so bright,
An angel had been brought into my life.
You are such a beautiful sight,
One look at you and you melt away all my trouble and strife.

Thanks a lot for everything mom. Grateful for Eternity ...

Destiny Awaits ^ There !!!

I've always wondered as to why the legend has confined itself only to success. The stories that we've heard are those of people who have done something significant and of people those who have been damn successful in their own way. Sure fame has to be recognized, but, those unlucky ones who haven't made up have always believed that they shared the same destiny until they fall. I've always believed that my future has been a limitation to my imagination. My destiny has always been a dream where occasionally it did reign supreme.

Given a choice I guess I have taken the last plunge anticipating that the time has come to do something special and achieve something great. The merciless eons that seem endless when one's lost or forgotten seems to be the truth of my destiny hereon. No more will it be adventurous and a walk in the park. Driven by thought, I guess I will prefer to stay on MY path or die fighting. I guess there's no turning back once you commit. Prophecies come and Prophecies go while destiny is fulfilled by solitary souls destined to change or destined to not. Probably my story would be told – successful or not.

To The Land Called Far Away ...

And the journey started with a song,
a great ballad from yesterday.
The pilgrims plight,
is and endless flight,
to the land called Far-away.

On the journey he saw shades of night,
and he passed through skies of gray.
But, he stayed forthright,
as he searched for light,
and the land called Far-away.

On the journey he made countless friends,
and avoided countless enemies.
And he prayed each night,
that he'd earn the right,
to the land called Far-away.

Though, he longed for glory,
his body grew old and fray.
A soul long lost,
is the dreamers cost,
in the land called Far-away.

He lay down in a green meadow,
for he knew his time was nigh.
He relived each scene,
of his minds sweet dreams,
to the land of Far-away.

And though each breath was labored,
each heartbeat found the truth.
And he saw that life,
was both joy and strife,
in the land called Far-away.

And as the darkness took him,
his hopes were bright and gay.
For he'd be one,
with the setting sun,
and the land called Far-away.