A Friend

Are you a friend?
Do you support from start to end?
What is that which hides behind your face?
You all say "I'm there", but never turn up at the place,
Even when the place is a single leap from your nest,
They claim from the heart, but talk from the chest,
Never needed to invest,
Simply required to support this quest.
Now I couldn't care less!
That which was worried about previously- only caused to digress,
and mess the test, when in fact I am the best.
Self belief came like a shaken leaf,
Blown by the wind until it's peak was reached.

Attendance came in the most surprising way,
Those thought of as unknowing and even uncaring showed up on the day,
Unyielding distance travelled- unveiled REAL friendship,
As my heart revealed that I had been aboard the wrong ship,
Induced to jump off, like those thrown off of Leusden,
Or at least be better selective of how I choose them,
Mind sways to the idea of solace and separation,
Does one really need others for MY dreams whilst I chase them?
I decided negative,
Thus embarked on an individual way to live.

Progression becomes undeniably luminous,
With only two footsteps shown on the path that grew to this,
Not to imply that the destination has been arrived at,
But just enough miles covered to wink and tilt my hat,
Faith in fulfilling future provides the fluid to fill my tank,
Knowing that one day my passion could fill my bank.
So Are You A Friend?
It doesn't even matter to me anymore,
I will still strive and survive without you, as I had done before.

Thank You

I appreciate the love,
Such as a newly-learned bird revels in the sky above,
Into new open space for the first time,
Venturing away from my own perch-line,
I am too like a bird, but I never fly away,
Instead stay stagnant in frustration, so to not ply affray.

It feels splendid,
Saving a dying love by having the heart mended,
Heart of passion, passion of love, love of Creation,
From this impromptu gift, there is no relation.
The warmth of words holds an unequal sentiment,
Unique to the individual with every testament.

I owe you gratuity for taking the time,
As at times it feels my heart is shouting in mime,
Feelings unheard,
Thoughts deemed absurd,
But you paid attention,
And even if uncomprehending,
You still showed literary affection.

It's Not Right Is It?

It's not right is it?
That you can watch but never visit.
"You have many strings to your bow!",
Thank you, but it would seem that only you know...
I continue plucking the strings of aspiration,
cunningly on course for unconcious exasperation.

Pluck, pluck, Stuck, stuck,
Terribly tempted to state another rhyming counterpart,
but that would be class-less,
Misunderstanding the quest by trying to be the fastest,
The tentative steps of the tortoise should be emulated,
However the fable faces the facts that mark it dated.

One can search their whole life for a path of precision,
But yet end up dying WITHOUT rehabilitation in a prison,
Thus many ask why?
Why hold on to out-of-reach ambition?
When impossible is inevitably the mission,
minus script and camera lens,
It's not right is it?
that the beginnings differ none from the ends.