True or False

Only a life lived will tell,
who has risen and who fell.
Dreams awaken tomorrow’s path.
Dread assures the futures wrath.
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Steps taken will get us there.
Impressions left will choose where.
Truth defies the doubts to grow.
Lies define the trust we know.
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Actions sought will force an end.
Patience found will easily mend.
Seconds wasted will compound.
Time invested will come around.
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Hate will fester another day.
Love will always find a way.
And wishes will come true.
But the will is up to you.

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Little Things

Books grow dusty unread on a shelf.
The poetry of love doesn’t write itself.
Bicycles unridden grow squeakier by the day.
Hearts untethered slowly drift away.
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Kisses can heal the mouths mistakes.
Eyes can see when smiles are fakes.
Arms can hold or they can harm.
Words can hurt or they can charm.
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Time that’s misspent is time we lose.
Time together is the time we choose.
Nothing is wasted when all is used.
Love’s created when souls are fused.
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Choices made are for us to make.
Trust in another is to never forsake.
Relationships are all these things.
And when it’s right what joy it brings.

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Multiplicity

My pad today was totally blank,
it’s the bliss I feel I have to thank.
I woke up early to see the sunrise;
the truth was there before my eyes.
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My darling slumbers peacefully,
her dreams, I’m sure, are with me.
And as the dark turns to light,
I’ve warm thoughts of our cozy night.
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Seems all the negatives have burned away,
now only pluses fill my day.
I’ll wake her soon and my sun will shine.
I’ll kiss her softly, truly thankful she’s mine.
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The kisses returned with a smile,
and then we’ll chat and giggle a while.
We’ll both then rise for our day anew.
And we’ll share our bliss, now times two.

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It’s True, It’s True

Our day apart has yet to start,
already I’m missing you.
I woke at dawn with a stretch and yawn,
my morning looking blue.
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Alone I sit, reminiscing a bit,
thinking of the things we do.
We talk and smile and hug a while,
then kiss an hour or two.
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My watch I spy with a longing eye,
wishing this day was through.
The feelings clear that you’re my dear,
you make each minute new.
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Awake I dream a subconscious stream,
my world comes in view.
Silently I sing of the joy you bring,
thankful our love is true.

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The Sands of Time Between My Toes

As a boy I walked the beach every day.
I stared at the horizon to find my way.
Visions of tomorrow filled my head;
days without fear and a true love to wed.
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Ripples between obscured the view.
Sink or swim’s all I could do.
Years thrashing to stay afloat,
my life preserver’s gone and I no boat.
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From the storm a distant shore arose.
Memories conjured with sand between her toes.
With a youthful splash and mind in the skies,
yesterday’s future floated before my eyes.
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Was a summer returned, the same and new.
That time’s now gone but dreams came true.
The boy now grown, ending his wait.
If a past meant to be it wouldn’t be late.

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Morning Triku #177 ~ Random Waves

Beyond the Glass

My windows are closed.
The air cold and leaves fallen.
Yet birds sing somewhere.
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Sticky

With the glue of two,
broken hearts can mend anew.
Or someone gets stuck.
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Self-Love

Love Unimpassioned,
is much like one hand clapping,
every morning.

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Change

All are born with a pocketful of change.
Quantity’s irrelevant, it’ll all rearrange.
Heads or tails is all we’re to find.
We face our truths or lie behind.
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Standing tall, shiny and bright,
how many tosses to land upright?
How many flips and wobbles and spins
or hands slapped and someone wins.
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We can add and subtract, save or spend.
Though the odd’s even it just depends.
Change can jingle or bear the weight of earth.
What is shared counts our worth.

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Ain’t Never

I ain’t never wrote a blues song
Don’ think it sound too good
But my baby did just leave me
And not the way she should
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Our spring blossomed bright
Our summer was hot
But with those dyin’ leaves
I was forgot
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I was tossed to the curb
like yesterday’s waste
Now just her memory
I’m forever to taste
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Love was shared in our hearts
A future’s gone before a start
My baby just left me
And not the way she should
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I didn’t get call
there was no little fight
I got shot a quick text
on a Tuesday night
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Her “baggage too great
to groove with me
Just a couple of words
and that’s all I’d see
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That’s how she left me
Not the way she should
Cos these blues I’m now feelin’
sure ain’t soundin’ good

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Tis

Loving’s easy to fall’s hard.
“Tis the life of this old bard”
Futures await a new sunrise.
Honesty’s seen feeling lies.
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Eyes gaze upon another’s soul.
Walls unscaled take a toll.
When “I love you” whispered,
volume’s to oft heard.
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The vision’s carried in the heart.
We’re to shed with care, as an art.
A curse, demon, gift or friend,
a love of love can never end.
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Wheels turn, neutrals unknown.
Reverse a journey and forward’s grown.
Loving’s easy, to find’s hard.
“Tis the life of this old bard”

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Underway

Ships set sail on an endless sea.
It may be the first or last to be.
Success or failure’s just a chance.
Sink or swim, much like romance.
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Yet it is the sea that transports life.
Swells and ebbs or filled with strife.
Horizons change up the mast, hearty souls say.
Harbors calm guide this soulful hearts way.

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Picture’s Read

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Life creates the lines we wear.
They’re traced upon the face we share.
Smiles turned up spread everyday joy.
Pouty faces think hearts a toy.
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Lips arced down build no bridges.
Crinkled brows scaled ridges.
Eyes bright glow through the night,
eyes down dwelt shade their light.
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Enthusiasm shines with a spark.
Heartache shines in the dark.
Time wrinkles the more we press.
Smooth is felt, not a guess.
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Directions clear when maps unfold.
Routes we’ve drawn, our story told.
Hellos leave more to see.
Loves image is good bye free.
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I wish for the lines of long ago.
I wish to watch that of another grow.
A fateful glance we’re sure to know,
little things make the big picture show.

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Just Another Thought

Why must I rise so early from bed?
Why don’t the thoughts leave my head?
Why can’t my answers pass the test?
Why do my dreams never rest?
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Why does every day need a new start?
Why won’t this passion leave my heart?
No, I don’t want to write anymore!
Unless that’s what all this feeling’s for?

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Morning Triku #176 ~ The Bright Side of Gray

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Too Read

Daily poetry
The soothing of a poets heart
But for lover’s not
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That’s Not Funny

Self-deprecation
Is laughing at our failings
And with good reason
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Failing to See a Point

No longer obsessed
By success or of failure
I’m used to failure

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Morning Triku #175 ~ Second Period

Choose Choice

Life’s multiple choice
Our answers lessen with time
Questions grow harder
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Schooled

Fears prevail feared
Tomorrow’s today’s earned
All will rise, some learned

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Chances Are

Life is bad when sad
Or grand when on clouds we stand
And glad for the hand

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Art for Sight

Second guesses are twice wrong.
If you don’t like the music don’t write the song.
When a heart has a question the answer’s foregone.
A canvas stretched can’t mimic the dawn.
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Too much thought can be a curse.
A little more can be a verse.
Half the time we’re half a sleep.
We feel safe in the dreams we peep.
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100% per try comes once.
50/50 you’re a dunce.
Start from scratch, shoot for the moon.
You may miss but you’ll know soon.
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Primal intuition on cave walls bear.
The futures instinct paints ones fear.

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Passionate Passage

Just a little exercise to see what I do,
I’m going the bathroom to write about poo.
I’ve fluffy white paper that floats from the wall.
And a sink nearby, in case I fall.
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In a window with shutters I control the scene.
But the stench still oozes in-between.
There’s a mirror that magically hangs above.
It’s never quite straight, much like love.
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The image’s the same no matter the tilt.
It tells no lies or feels no guilt.
I’ll wipe the smudges, the exercise through.
I passed the test but slipped in do.

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