Another year’s gone by too fast. But the birthday stress now has past. I had too much cake and coffee too, had a party and stepped in poo. ~ Perhaps an omen or maybe not, or a reminder of things forgot. Crappy stuff happens every day. And we often slip along the way. ~ Yesterday being our only prep, surprises await with every step. Life can stink as we all know, but sometime wrapped with a bow. ~ My shoes now scraped, no damage done. My time ahead I’ll wish for fun. I won’t let aging make me sad, the alternative being really bad.
I woke up early and the sky was gray. The world’s in turmoil yet I’ve little to say. But the birds are happy in the mulberry tree. I can hear them laughing, maybe at me. ~ They see our world from high above, whether gull, robin or mourning dove. Their time alive is soaring free, while looking down on you and me. ~ For if to fly like a bird, we’d then flock but never herd. We’d hatch into a nest well made, free of worry cos no rent’s paid. ~ Just think of the places we could go. We could fly south before the snow. We could eat berries, bugs and worms, pretty much anything that wiggles or squirms. ~ There’d be no alarms or jobs we hate. We could fly to the stars our very first date. Then glide back down to a favorite tree. There we’d rest harmoniously. ~ But we’re not birds and that’s a shame. Our lives are grounded and mostly tame. But if to wish on this day that’s gray, I’d poop on those who stand in the way. ~ So maybe my wish is not about birds. It’s about people I think are turds, those who’ve prevented a world of peace, for you and me and a gaggle of geese.
The way she laughs, the way she smiles, the ways that she sees me, the way she walks, the way she talks, the ways she helps me see. ~ The way she looks, the way she feels, the way she touches me, the way she kisses and fulfills my wishes, the way that love should be.
Only a life lived will tell, who has risen and who fell. Dreams awaken tomorrow’s path. Dread assures the futures wrath. ~ Steps taken will get us there. Impressions left will choose where. Truth defies the doubts to grow. Lies define the trust we know. ~ Actions sought will force an end. Patience found will easily mend. Seconds wasted will compound. Time invested will come around. ~ Hate will fester another day. Love will always find a way. And wishes will come true. But the will is up to you.
The clouds clearing, the sun is felt.
My icy heart has begun to melt.
Love has warmed, time to grow.
A kiss awaits this I know.
My future slumbers, I quietly rise.
Starlight twinkles in my eyes.
The mirror greets a smiling face.
The fog’s lifted without a trace.
Her day will start with a hug.
She’ll pull me closer, nice and snug.
A plan we’ll make for our day.
But in this moment we’ll always stay.
Our hearts beat ever louder,
yet our minds at total ease.
We share a common wish,
for each other we will please.
Our dream’s now fulfilled,
or we’ve yet to wake.
Our love grows ever stronger,
with every breath we take.
Our life’s now complete,
the puzzle now is done.
Our pieces fit together,
our time has now begun.
Our arms reach out to hold,
our lips find their way.
Our eyes see only one,
and all’s a sunny day.
The harder one works the easier it gets.
The grosser it is the more one nets.
The less you gamble the safer the bets.
Jackpots may allude but so will regrets.
All that glitters not gold, like sunsets.
The more thought is less the debts.
The higher the notes the wider one frets.
The more down the more upsets.
The more learned the less one forgets.
The more tolerance is less threats.
Climbs less long the more one jets.
Couples always pair but never sets.
The more the better never abets.
The more lost the more one sweats.
Appetites appeased the more one wets.
The more prepared is the less not yets.
If all could love all, we’d all be pets.
And if all loved forever, we’d all be vets.
From the onset there’s no a preset or resets.
There’s only mindsets and begets.
After all, the world is just half duets.
So let’s all play well together, yes lets.
A healer of wounds or point to maim,
cupids draw’s reluctant of aim.
Bow’s untied but the bind pains,
the arrow pulled but the blood remains.
I close my eyes and the future’s blurred.
I call her name but none is heard.
I feel her touch when I’m alone.
A smile returned no longer shown.
My head still turns tho now a twist.
My heart still beats tho now half missed.
And this Valentines I wish not to start,
for a hole filled makes not a whole heart.
Days apart are barely endured.
Yet moments apart somewhat cured.
We’ve texts and the phone,
so not completely alone.
Though it’s your smile I wish to see.
Wishes come true, we can surely agree.
For a tomorrow will come.
And together we’ll be.
A coal fired space force; I hear is in the works.
A test flight’s needed, let’s send some jerks.
It can be its creator with lil Mikey by his side.
I’ll gladly pack lunch for their long ride.
Cozy in their ark, endlessly they’ll float.
Lost in space, the pair can forever gloat.
I wish to taste a million flavors on your luscious lips.
A million kisses needed between the nibbles and sips.
I wish a millennium for our wishes to come true.
Forever, I wish to savor all the flavors of you.