To my delight,
the sun shines,
the rain falls,
the wind blows,
the bees buzz --
buzz, buzz,
and birds fly
in the sky,
and fish swim
in the sea,
and babies --
they smile,
they cry,
all the time!
Oh, and time!
It goes,
goes,
goes,
on
by!
And I?
Well,
I adjust.
Friday, August 17, 2012
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Time Travel - 1:53pm
Time travel is the farthest distance closest to home.
I could stand in my open garage--
watch innumerable sunsets rise and fall.
Colour jerks and jumps in every which direction,
It could be human, but who knows?
I've never been one for the rewind,
So I'd just unwind into the future.
And when I've reached the destination,
I realize I am not confined. The walls ceased to exist long ago.
But before I go - before I take that first step - before the first breath -
shall I first remind myself that all I knew is dead and gone;
all I've loved is just soul and dust.
Freedom isn't what I thought it'd be -- it's lonely.
But then I remember that I am a time traveler,
And I'll have much to tell after the long trek home.
So I take that breath --I take the step.
Time or space, the journey is the same.
I could stand in my open garage--
watch innumerable sunsets rise and fall.
Colour jerks and jumps in every which direction,
It could be human, but who knows?
I've never been one for the rewind,
So I'd just unwind into the future.
And when I've reached the destination,
I realize I am not confined. The walls ceased to exist long ago.
But before I go - before I take that first step - before the first breath -
shall I first remind myself that all I knew is dead and gone;
all I've loved is just soul and dust.
Freedom isn't what I thought it'd be -- it's lonely.
But then I remember that I am a time traveler,
And I'll have much to tell after the long trek home.
So I take that breath --I take the step.
Time or space, the journey is the same.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
12:39am
Practicality.
A burden we all must bear.
I wish I could do away with it --
Chop it into fine pieces,
toss it into the garburator; be done with it.
Instead it and I will live side by side,
and while I dream of the impossible
it will hold my hand and keep me from the sky.
And I will sigh and watch the blue from the ground.
A burden we all must bear.
I wish I could do away with it --
Chop it into fine pieces,
toss it into the garburator; be done with it.
Instead it and I will live side by side,
and while I dream of the impossible
it will hold my hand and keep me from the sky.
And I will sigh and watch the blue from the ground.
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
10:30pm
A gentle turn in the wind
leads me into the unknown
and lovely path.
Now I do understand what is meant
to walk around the scenic route.
leads me into the unknown
and lovely path.
Now I do understand what is meant
to walk around the scenic route.
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