Race

Race

This breakneck speed, it never stops

A frantic, hectic pace

The crashing, clanking sound of the world

There’s a reason it’s called the human race

Where do we go when just need a break

When you need to just get away

Sometimes we all need a new look on life

A new prospective on the day

So we head for mountain, sand and shore

To relax and recharge and rest

But maybe we don’t know how to slow ourselves down

What methods really work the best

A change is coming carried on currents

Which way they blow no one knows

Just try to keep your head on straight

This world keeps you on your toes

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Wild Winds

Wild is the wind that whips the shore

And Beats the beach and sand

Rolling the riptide rises

The seas ever steady lure

It calls us to leave the land

Forces us to make compromises

Then returns us nary a favor

No matter how we command

We always know where the truth lies

Although the ocean is ours to savor

We fathom what it symbolizes

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Safe Harbor

If tomorrow is all we have

Let us be content with today

When troubles light this world

And sadness is the safest bet

We all hold hands in sorrow

Our grief brings us together

We no longer strive for the future

We long to reach the middle

A safe shore, a harbor in a storm

A port until the way is clear

Tomorrow is miles away

Rest until 

The end of day

Poems

Pieces

A broken shell

Lies in the sand

A thousand feet pass by it

A million waves crash around it

The sun beats down upon it

It waits patiently for something

But no one wants

A disconnected piece

A reminder of the past

And still it lies

Images

Wanting something more

A wanton pleasure waiting,

Weathering every storm

Together.

Tomorrow waits for no one

As a team, we trade and transcend.

Pleasure pacifies people.

As we pretend to be