The Drum

 I sit and play my drum,

As I think about my day.

I sit a play my drum,

I do it in different ways.

I sit and play my tambourine,

As I try to think positively.

I sit and play my tambourine,

To get rid of real bad chi.

I play my little triangle,

As I sift through my thoughts.

I play my little triangle,

And know I can’t be bought.

By Sam Luxton

Happy Song

 When I’m feeling down,

I sing a happy song.

That make me wanna dance around,

In ways that can’t be wrong.

When I feel miserable,

I sing a happy tune.

I well good emotions,

To gather round and bloom.

When I feel like crying,

I sing a happy note.

I think about the good I see,

As I start to float.

By Sam Luxton

Journey

 I sit at the crossroad,

Wondering which way to go.

I have no idea where they lead,

I’m not sure I want to know

I’m standing at the crossroad,

Staring at each direction.

Where will they take me?

I have a closer inspection.

I’m staring at the crossroad,

Searching for the correct way.

I’m looking at each avenue,

In the hope I choose right to day.

I’m wander round the crossroad,

Searching for a way to go.

I take in every detail,

That is thete on show.

By Sam Luxton

Walls

 I put up many walls,

That keep me from moving on.

I build them strong you see,

It’s where I go so wrong.

They are impossible to get past,

When I’m hiding behind. 

They prevent me from breaking,

To prevent others being unkind. 

The walls are my protection,

My defence also see.

They are made to guarantee,

I am safe and free.

By Sam Luxton

Today I Start

 Today I start to listen,

To the voice within.

Today I sit and watch,

No rain will set in. 

I only seek assurance, 

That I have a right to be. 

I only seek true wonder,

That's been lost from me. 

Magics in my heart,

Its nestled where I live. 

Magic floats around us,

It is a wonderous Gift.

I only seek assurance, 

That I have a right to be. 

I only seek true wonder,

That's been lost from me. 

By Sam Luxton

Full time job!

 Full time job!

I have a full time job,

It keeps me occupied.

Sometimes it’s a little hairy,

This fact can’t be denied.

Sometimes it leaves me soaring,

Way up above all the clouds.

Sometimes it brings me lower,

To be covered in a shroud.

Somedays I am a friend,

Others I am a teacher.

I have been a librarian,

Or mindfulness preacher.

I am a brother and son,

I am a sometimes crazy guy.

Yet in my full time job,

I keep hope alive.

I have walked through bitter storms,

Felt a hurricane at my back.

I have been washed away,

But swam my way back.

I have been a cleaner,

A doctor and nurse to.

I have been a mourner,

Lost people through it all.

My job is paved with ups and down,

Worse is I do it for free.

For the job of life is everyone’s,

From the pants to you and me.

Life is a rollercoaster,

That is clear to see.

Every rise has a descent,

another rise won’t be as scary.

So be the rollarcoaster driver,

In the job of life.

Ensuring you carry on,

Letting hope survive.

Things can be so very dark,

Walls can come and cave in.

You are loved and cared for,

So you have everything.

Those I love anchor me,

When I face the storm.

They are the protection,

When facing a deadly swarm.

I thank everyone I’ve met,

It’s been well worth the ride.

There are many more ahead,

I’ll face them with you by my side.

By Sam Luxton

Drive

 Drive

When the storm blows on,

Drive and drive and drive.

Don’t pull over or stop to think,

Ensure you continue to strive.

As the rain falls harder,

Others pull their cars aside.

Just keep driving through the rain,

Let your fear be denied.

Finally you break through,

Then you pull aside.

You look back at the storm,

The fear now can subside.

You carried on through the storm,

Made it to the clear road ahead.

Those who pulled aside,

Have a longer storm instead.

Sometimes we are all worried,

About the weather we face.

But carry on through the storm,

Then safety you can embrace.

By Sam Luxton

By Sam Luxton