The writing’s on a wall that’s yet to exist.
An empire crumbles for the shallowest of tryst.
With ignorance and spite winning the day,
our sky overhead turns blue to gray.
Made up beliefs distort the goal,
wishing for heaven but digging a hole.
A nation’s torn and the world’s to follow.
Easy solutions are always hollow.
Arrogance shines when senses dulled.
Kings are spawned when pawns are lulled.
Rooked again by another’s sin,
digits lose but the commas win.
A billion reasons just a handful knows,
only time will tell how this story goes.
I hope someday to write a happy end,
when the traitor’s torn, then to mend.
With the risen sun,
our day’s begun.
There are things to do,
quite a few.
The moon will rise,
to blacken skies.
Life’s to rest,
Then to sleep,
dreams to seep.
Then rising anew,
sunny or blue?
Sun’s soon to rest
Moon’s on the rise
Stars to gaze
Soon we’re to sleep
The vision stays
Shades of perfection –
a pause for reflection.
Softness felt on shapely curves,
a goddess of light, calming nerves.
Time stands still shaped in stone.
A memory forged, never alone.
Shadows illuminate visions anew.
Shades of perfection – as are you!
Special thanks to the unknown photographer and inspirational model 🙂
I think I’m feeling normal today,
or at least sensing a better way.
Tomorrow will tell if it’s here to stay,
or just another shade of moody gray.
My mind’s mostly free of torrential doom.
My night wasn’t filled in a sleepless tomb.
Fears of the future, for now, don’t loom.
And my soul awaits the spring to bloom.
My spirit looks forward to another day,
when starlit nights will warm where I lay.
Sunny thoughts are melting this winter’s gloom.
And my heart’s awaking with a thunderous boom.
There’s a change in the air,
its felt everywhere.
Will it be warmth or an icy blow?
Outside’s to venture to ever know.
The future nears,
with future fears.
The past’s a guide,
or where to hide.
Scrambled thoughts shaped in rhyme,
shadows mask the light of time.
Moments killed, perspective’s born,
clearly focused or forever torn.
Doors lock, window’s seen,
vistas vary with a lean.
Steps taken never still,
ups and downs, want and will.
At a point all paths meet,
minds move not feet.
Hearts feel, hands express,
lips promise; life’s a guess.
Ebbs and flows
Highs and lows
When will it stop?
Other times mad
One minute happy
The next one’s sad
Sometimes I write
Morning, noon and night
Then in an instant not
All my thoughts just forgot
But tomorrow will come
And change there’ll be
Good or bad
Being down’s up to me