Thoughts

Randomly conceived...
As frequently as I breathe.
Interesting little ideas,
Developed over the years.
Inventions and gadgets,
Jotted on a few tablets.
Forgotten and stayed,
Or resurrected and paved.
Analyzing the human mind...
Oh what a waste of time.
Forever to remain elusive,
The party of the exclusive.
My thoughts, they are mine,
But only for a short amount of time...
Waste not, want not.
Time...of it, we haven't a lot.

On A Whim...

Poetry style, sitting and smile.
Writing for fun, never before done.
Love and pain, drivers of my game.
Happy and content, usually absent.
First time for everything...
My heart doesn't sing.
Just writing in style,
While I sit and smile...

On a whim...

Obrigado

Its been three months since I've seen this page...since I've written words in this little text box with anticipation of publishing the "next greatest diatribe the internet has seen".

"Do you know where you're going to? Do you like the things that life is showing you? Where are you going to? Do you know?" -Theme from Mahogany

The answer to these questions are "yes"! Boy, what a whirl-wind these last few months have been. Back in December, I had a Premonition, and though it may be too early to call, those visions are on track. As clearly and coherently as I type these words, the reality of changing my last name the rest of my life appears just as clear.

I am emphatically grateful for the turn that my life has made. Nothing (in recent memory) has made me more appreciative of the mysterious phenomenon of chance than these last few months. I feel unconquerable, unscatheable...but most importantly, unequivocally in love.

And from the bottom of my heart...

I thank you.

Premonition

Softly kissing you goodnight,

Our lips touch for the one millionth time,

Gray hairs cover you with age,

But your eyes still as bright as the day…

The kids first left the home,

College bound, sights unknown,

Your heart filled with grieve,

My heart overwhelmed with the need…

To run down the aisle,

And rush through these vows,

Guests look on in awe,

Our love, no one ever saw…

The hunger in my eyes,

Before I kissed you that night,

A wonderful gift indeed,

A birthday filled with memories…

Of an unsuspecting winter night,

Filled with laughter and delight,

A game of a thousand words,

Some spoken, many unheard…

Of relationships that never last,

Let’s leave it all in the past,

Mesmerized by love’s spell,

A path of our future? Only time will tell…

Deterioration

Letting my pen guide these words
I fell asleep with the birds...
Flying so eloquently high
Not anticipating our last goodbye

Letting my tears guide this cry
A promise to you to never lie...
Fixing an unintended mistake
Sleeping to never awake

Letting my words guide this pen
Switching it up again...
Wanting to take back the control
Needing my story to unfold

Letting my mind guide this heart
Oh how it all fell apart...
Shall I never hear your voice again
To forever remain "the pen of wren"

Letting my fear guide this decision
Of all of you I am missin...
How quickly it always breaks
One mistake, is all it takes

Thats my story...

Standing at the bar, watching from afar...
"Girl did he just look"?
"Naw...girl, I don't think he saw."

Now chillin in the back, pulling down my hat...
"Ok, look again"
"Oh my god, here comes Ren..."

Act natural,
Sip your drink,
Look the other direction,
Lights camera action...

Now HE'S chillin in the back,
With a few girl...all of them fat.
No competition not at all!
Wow...all because "Marcus called"

That's my story...whats yours?

The New/Old You

Sheeeeeeee's baaaaaccckkk.....

Well, not quite, but I'm getting there :-) That sad and pathetic girl a few posts ago is finally about to make her [exit stage left]. I can feel it in my bones! However, I must say that I have learned some valuable lessons, and discovered new characteristics about myself from this whole debacle. And isn't that what life is all about...isn't that the real meaning? Think about that for a moment...

"I'm a survivor, I'm not gone give up, I'm not gone stop, I'm gone work harder" - Destiny's Child, Survivor

Althought super cliche, the lyrics above are powerful. Word from the wise, whenever you start to believe that you are weaker, broken or nothing without someone, you have given up. "In order to get your ex out of your head, get them out of your heart".

Be strong...the storm is only temporary