Little girl without a plan

Little girl without a plan,
for all things she can.

As a blessing she was born,
not a taboo, curse, victim or pawn.

Equal to a man they say,
let's not compete, is her prayer.

In the garden she plays,
making the most of everyday.

Complimenting the other is life,
wonder why we grow up to strife.

Wealth and fortune we amass,
letting the small things slip and pass.

House, car and things we own,
each day to greed we are prone.

Where has the little girl gone,
between yesterday and tomorrow she is torn.

First for love she left greed,
now greed grows like a seed.

Joy of childhood was  clear and spoken,
today things that matter are best unspoken.

The girl without a plan just ran,
without cares of making a plan.

Today she runs in her mind,
here and there, taking sides.

What freedom it used to be,
stretch, yawn and free.

Paint any dream or dance along,
write or simply sing a song.

Without a plan she learnt to live,
today much is against her will.

I seek to meet this girl again,
beautiful she is, yet plain.

As years gone by, she hides inside,
every time life tossed her, side to side.

The little girl will always stay,
open the door, let her out to play.

In the garden free again,
nature alone releases the pain.

Refresh and revived she will be,
to write a new chapter for all to see.

Let's go visit her someday soon,
hopefully catch her chasing the moon.

Lover's stare

I am warning you,
don't  lock eyes you two,
for every time you stare,
desire's intent is to pair.

The eyes are the cause,
for silent sighs and pause,
time prolongs its stay,
each time lovers stare.

This could be a chance,
or simply a fleeting glance,
of passions to be written,
or a drifting moment of two people smitten.

The lovers stare brings together,
but people may choose another,
depends on what you allow it to be,
time spent together or simply lets just see.

Ideas

Ideas are brewed before actions are set,
like every dawn is conceived at sunset.

They fills the head,
thoughts are spread out on the bed.

Soulful ejaculation,
rushing forward without thought or reaction.

They roam in the veins,
without value, merit or gain.

They are free in space,
yet they define their own pace.

Ideas lead to thought,
when pursued or sought.

Thoughts define direction,
here is the start of action.

Action can always be caught,
it depends on the plot.

Only ideas are born free,
for every thought and action we pay a fee.

The journey from sunset to dawn,
is like going from conception to born.

Woman

Silly I can be,
but that does not define me.

Smile I may,
but that does not mean I won't say.

Cry I can,
for loss, pain, struggle and man.

Want is in my thought,
since imagination cannot be caught.

Desire the wicked sire,
I choose to forgive lie and liar.

Ambition; hello crazy,
don't presume looks makes everything easy.

Attention, you mirror reflection,
every flower blossoms with affection.

Words for you I yearn,
I learn and discern.

Family is my soil,
for them I change, adapt and toil.

Love you are my mush,
I stay, I am in no rush.

Strength you are my shield,
behind you miracles I wield.

Many roles I play,
in each I choose to stay.

Deep like the sea,
in my eyes all things you can see.

Born from my own ashes,
at times from wet lashes.

Giggles and giving keeps me going,
in life I keep sowing.

Who am I,
what makes me, me.

I am a maker,
despite being a taker.

The path and the traveler,
the stone and the builder.

I am woman; simply she,
a part of mankind, that's me.