The page is blank as is my mind.
My day begins; I’ve words to find.
The sun has risen and coffee’s hot.
My pencil’s ready, words are not.
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I hear the bird’s morning song.
I can feel the heat getting strong.
I see the trees that fill my view.
I know these moments are too few.
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The page has words to my surprise.
The world has opened before my eyes.
Nature’s gifts now fill my head.
Thank you, world, my need’s been fed.
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Madness I fear will be the death of me
Consumed by the visions I can’t see
The seconds tick then nevermore
Till striking back as before
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Each a check of our resolve
Chipping away as hands revolve
Digging holes to make a mound
Stood atop but gained no ground
~
Vistas grown, views confined
Points made with pieces of mind
Scattered thought eludes the pen
The gates of hell burst open again
~
Blackness surrounds the flame within
Awaiting the battles to begin
The angel of darkness hangs overhead
Above the light that swallows her dead
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Mountains whither, canyons fill
All in time, time will kill
Consumed in shadows of mortality
Death I fear is the madness in me
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From hand scrawl on a damp cave wall
The stroke of genius to start it all
And then another, discovered recall
A timely chance, the past in freefall
.
The renaissance screams in-between
Painted queens upon medieval scenes
To modern memes of tomorrow’s dreams
Our nows are relative or so it seems
.
Hung to transcend drawn to a friend
Contemporaries’ always free to lend
Future’s descend, questions to tend
Conclusions offend but only one end
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Seconds slowed when soon to meet.
Eyes envision eyes to greet.
Lips long for lips so sweet.
Hearts happy our two hearts beat.
Time’s together a timeless treat.
Till dreams anew draw tomorrows sheet.
~*~
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Silver Seconds
.
A second childhood
begins when memories of
the first forgotten
*
Get Over It
.
Most “overs”, such as;
turn, take, roll, push, comb, and left
are best with ketchup
*
Heavy Medal
.
Silver’s second is
the golden rule while bronze adds
the finishing touch
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After years and years of ups and downs,
when value of self’s been pennies on the pound,
love’s been vaulted and disappeared,
old friends lost and new to be found.
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The body waivers and minds forget.
Wisdom comes and goes in equal ration.
Time’s rushed but waiting improves.
And all’s well when life has passion.
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Wheels spin, mind fraught.
Days pass, words naught.
Energy wanes, peace sought.
Motion moves, time’s taught.
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