Re-Record.

There is something inside each of us, calling us by name.
It's a voice that wants to be heard.
Some say it's a conscience, while others refer to it as our inner person or child.

I think this voice inside my head is an opera singer. And a loud one.
Everything I do or say seems to have consequences that I can never forget.
Constantly, the screeching voice is reminding me of my past mistakes.

What an annoying way to live.

So I have decided to sing over the noise and to re-record.
But this time, it's a smooth, silky, deep man voice.

He's singing to me that it's going to be alright.
That it is not the end.
This time around, my voice is strong and only positive.

This re-recorded voice is calming.
Is peaceful.
Is wonderful.

I think it's time to play this new tune. And never, ever stop.

Poetry?

"an attempt":

through years of memories
we jump through the hoops
constantly wondering if we're on the same track
the road divides
we walk alone
this time, only thoughts are on our sides

"come. back. to. me."
that is all I ask.
fly home to my home once more
lets pick up where the pieces fell
and forget the dark and sleepless nights
lets rewrite what was written
so that midnight can roam free
again.

i wash my face with the coldest ice.
wishing i had warmth
tears start to fall
but i slap them away, not tonight
not at all

this is an attempt to convey
to express with deep regret
that if i had to do it all over again,

nothing would be changed.