For being lostWho is to know?With so many forksWhere to go?And with every stepTiredness creepsBeyond the breathFaded heart beats.And the breakIn only thingsNot in forgivenessOr human beings.Just so tiredWith no way to sleepSo begs one more tearFor the Lord to keep.
The theft in the nightMore wrong than rightSome people walkMore to sinIn a distanceAnd next of kinAnd we waitWhile many fallIn the mirrorOr down the hallAnd when we wakeFrom morning blissWe went from thenTo being this.
Freedom, America takes for grantedSo clear now that it’s yesterday-Never before so fragileReality creating dismay. And you are nothingWhen life makes you a chore-And what is called compassionIs an attempt to control open doors. So control it backBy the power within you…For no virus can attackA heart filled and true… And it will be tomorrowOnce …
Restoring harmony is not without waves...
NormalSuch a fragile stateNo fortune or promiseBut realizing what is too late…For it’s not to beWhile wasting away-It’s not gaining tomorrow,But losing today…What will life do?But sit back and watch…For it’s no matterWhen permanently lost. . .And what is new?Out of something old…Only what’s left-Minus what we are told.
A similar purposeWhile being differentOffers the biggest divide. And so we watchWhisperAnd cowardly hide. Humans evolveAnd stay behindA natural practice. And here we areStuntedReality simply to distract us.
I think love has purpose even if it’s pain. After all what else gives you so much to lose- with unbidden right to complain? Each year it’s recognized- a little more youth is lost And you add up the experience - while grimacing at the cost The bends of the mind only squeeze the heart… …
The path taken year after year Changes as it should- Lest steps seem only foreign Forgotten is something good… Sow a lavender bush perhaps Bring calm back in place- Until serenity falls in grievance Drained by ache and waste… Deaf ears lead blind eyes Bounded by an induced agony- Losing all or once A consequence …
Void of regular emotion Young become zombies to life Isolation a given confinement Self-torcher for insight. No one knows the adversary Or understands… It’s different now Because reality is what we pretend. Ghosts walk the halls, movies and games Solving the next mystery And deciding who to blame. . . Then causing new misery In …
Image created by JusTee To be thankfulOr often naughtEasy to ignoreWhat you've got… Common placeThought and actionAlways a chaseMissed satisfaction… One day a yearThe norm should stopA new look takenAcross a table top… Just for the next dayThe worst of people comes-Massaging egosTo flipping off someone…. Thanksgiving often skippedIn minds and storesThe loss of appreciationOr …
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