You realize, much too late
The time you’ve lost,
Will not return
And no longer can you pick,
Because time wasted,
Cannot be recovered
Nor make,
Anything positive
Stick.
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You give me all the width I need,
To your calling heeds,Never totally alone,I travel with you,Far and long.Thru Life’s good times and bitter storms,The hurts, the misses, all that’s wrong,What life throws at you,Night and morn, must be accepted,Even torn.But as I live, perplexity,Survives and catches up with me,I still do wonder what it is?That makes some poems, feel like this.
The urge to write
You want to set things rightExplore Beauty,Love Life’sExquisite animation,Embrace contemplation,Search explanations,Exercise the flightOf all imagination!Sing with sheer delightTo all of Life’s,Miraculous sensations.
Changing gears,
Slaves of the Media,We now All are,One of a kindWe travel with Expedia,To a Manipulated star.
We know so much
So muchAnd yet,We still haven’tLearnedHow to get alongPrisoners and slavesOf our primitive passionsLimiting,The scopeOf inner compassion..
Love is glory,
Happiness well understood,Glorious morning,Gorgeous life,Love so makes you,Feel alive!Then upon some time well gone,We will think about the days,When Love was not Two but One,But life went the other way,And ‘Forever’ is a word,That death quickly can erase,And ‘Forever’ can become,Painful memories, in its place.
Every coin has two faces,
As in Governments,Nothing rare,One side of the coin isFor public consumption,The other, for whenNobody’s there.