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, tomorrow’s guessed. Then to sleep, dreams to seep. Then rising anew, sunny or blue?
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 🙂
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? Nobody knows ~ Sometime content 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
From the loins of lions a kitten roars. With tender purrs love’s yours. When all’s safe peacefully snores, all’s warm when all adores. ~ Tummies tickled rolled on floors, time entwined never bores. Gentle licks on all fours, lap thrust emotion soars. ~ Hunger’s fed the nibble cures. Partners always there’s never chores, when all’s open no settling scores. From the loins of lions, a winner of wars.
Just a stick of wood,
that feels so good.
A pencil awaits a hand,
for alone it can not stand.
And lie it never should.
With paper it melds,
emotion thus swells.
Then feeling as should,
the lines understood.
And life’s pokes it quells.
The mind set free,
the future we see.
The past that is earned,
a new leaf is turned.
But breaks will always be.
Sunrise’s heard, they paint with rain.
They feel joy and others pain.
They fall in love with the greatest of ease.
They sculpt our dreams as they please.
Sunsets beckon their stars to shine.
Heartbreaks linger, the rush divine.
Past souls tread to futures new.
Their blood’s read erasing the blue.
Their time shared with all, but few.
Though recounting seconds is what poets do.
A sea of change now just offshore, though the breeze not as before. An icy swell I was cast, drowned in the sands of the past. ~ Sailors sink and they swim. Up’s the course when all is dim. Endearing winds happen fast. Direction lost when left aghast. ~ Within our chest all’s in reach. Good mates know the knots to teach. Times fills space with endless contrast, degrees between forever vast. ~ Sun’s will rise when darkness shed, horizons always just ahead. Thought smooth sailing can never last, destinations await ye ole enthusiast.
Minds wander to parts unknown,
some with aim, to others thrown.
There is no box to contain,
or a shelter from the rain.
The future’s seen, journeys guessed,
all’s good when none best.
But for time all is still,
all the won’t is the will.
The more torn is more to mend,
to find or fix there is no end.
Eyes open all’s insight,
mind open all’s to write.
There is no end to this poem,
for my mind does still roam.
Perhaps tomorrow we will see,
to where this future’s taken me.
Shake me please, I can not wake.
Mind’s exhausted, rest I ache.
Nightmares consume the hours long.
Alarms blare with every song.
A love taken another lost,
spirits dictate, sheets tossed.
Days dark by night I mourn.
Time shared now heart’s torn.
Dreams of tomorrow gone in a blink,
eyes shut I fear to think.
Shake me please, I can not wake.
Yesterday’s choke each breath I take.