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Showing posts with label #passing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #passing. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

42

42

Season and reason pass away
Like feathers dancing in the wind
All time should hold a steady pace
Not join a race into the sun
The breakneck speed, intense, bucolic
As hearts and minds collide undone
The passing tide is rising fast
And waves approach full with intent
Then with a blow havoc rent
No life has truly ended
Time will soon make three from two
Creating love from hearts unbent


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Monday, January 5, 2015

Complacency

Complacency

The visual evidence does not lie
There is no weeping and wailing
Perhaps there may be heaving of sighs

Don’t come to me later with hands wringing
Bemoaning what would or could have been
Most trouble is tricky and cloyingly clinging

Solutions come quickly when you open your eyes
Time is rapidly passing
Maintaining illusions might win the prize

But lies come home a-winging
The row is hard to hoe
It often sets heads to ringing


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Thursday, August 7, 2014

Nothingness

No matter how much… I want
How much… I can feel
How… I can almost taste
It doesn’t matter
It is immaterial
A passing sensation
A momentary distraction
We all pass into nothingness
Should we try to overcome?
Try to surpass?
Try to better ourselves?
Whether we want to or not
We desire
We can feel
We do taste
We return to matter
We improve the material
Enjoy the sensations
Prolong the distractions
Before we become the nothingness 

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