Ever wondered what built the sky
and gave it such a roof quite high?
Ever wondered who put men here
and whatever for they would dare?
EVER WONDERED
DESOLATED RUINS
Every city crumbles where it stand
and all its multiples waste as sand.
Some day all would be quiet ruins,
the tallest will be quiet sand dunes.
OUR MOTHER OF REFUSE
Mother is our earth and its waters;
surely we hold on, for she matters.
But we burden her with our refuse;
her warmth we’ve grown to abuse.
THE MOON IS FIGHTING
The moon is fighting but does not win.
It is not that it is small for this reason,
or that the Sun is its rival on a mission?
It is how earth sees things in the open.
DAYS ARE NUMBERED
Everyone will have those dreams
that probably aren’t just dreams,
They come true for they’re fated,
for surely our days are numbered.
A THOUGHT IN THE HEAD
Just to think about it for a moment
lingers on like brain waves on rent.
Taking form but not actually there,
yet it’s there not fully or ever clear.
WILD NATURE
He that lives by the sword to feed
roams the wilderness of his breed.
Time waits for his days of frailties,
to join many of nature’s casualties.
HIDE AND SEEK
Life has always been seeking and hiding.
running from or coming to, ever minding.
Wanting all the best, avoiding the worst.
Merit or not, always hoping for the most.
TIME FEARS THE PYRAMIDS
Man fears time; time fears the pyramids.
In Egypt wonder is alive and still breeds.
Rolling skies will hold it in place forever.
It will outlive the world of its own maker.
LIVING OUT STORIES
Everybody has some good in them,
none is born with their own blame.
We’re after all just living out stories,
to leave behind us good memories.
ANOTHER NEW YEAR AGAIN?
Another once new year would end,
in a true straight but curving trend.
Our wishes as goals only reverses;
looks back, while ahead in pauses.
EXPLORERS OF DESTINIES
We are explorers of our destinies,
making daily personal discoveries.
Each life the journey we undertake,
takes us far beyond what we make.
LIVE TO MISS
We always think there is more,
when there isn’t more than this.
There’s only one life and no more,
we live to wait it out and still miss.
NOTHING IS NEW
Nothing’s new or ever permanent,
the eyes of time are ever upon us.
Time sees everything in its current;
as in future forms, well beyond us.
LIFE IS A RAINBOW CIRCLE
Life is a complete circle we all live;
birth or death breeds another life.
All rainbows complete their circle,
views only see the arc they’re able.
KILLERS IN TIME
The people who don’t respect time
don’t also respect people’s feelings
They will show their hands are fine,
only lift them to show their killings.
GIVE THANKS
Some promises are so hard to keep,
some days hard to wake from sleep.
But give thanks that we can promise,
sleep and wake and live as we please.
SAY SOMETHING NICE
A lovely day sky touches my soul
and so I must say something nice.
I wish you lots of happiness in all,
always enjoying this life by choice.
AT THE MOMENT
I’m still quite wary and careful,
but at some moment safely lost.
Just lurking yet so fully mindful
any lens could take my last shot.
TWIN TROUBLE
Trouble and worry are eternal twins,
they show up in pairs it always seems.
Such that whenever it will rain, it pours
and when things go bad, it gets worse.
WINTER IS EVER NEAR
Everyday can liken warm summer,
with happy cheers for every comer.
But mean chilly unhappiness lurks,
behind the fun waiting winter plots.
EMPTY PURSUIT
People always chasing something,
something that’s ever getting away.
It is a life of going after something,
something they finally get anyway.
KNOWLEDGE IS PERSPECTIVE
Strange thing about perspective,
is how it depends on knowledge.
What we know is most effective
on our view than our sight or age.
ONE WALKING LADY
How can one lady taking her walk;
all alone in one wet early evening,
holding her umbrella in the park,
put any man in equal wondering,
dreading and pondering to match?
DANDELION CLOCKS
Time is so delicate as is using time;
its seeds planted once, float today.
Dandelion would not tell any time,
if no body puffs breaths their way.
Such all clocks show and our time.
KINDS OF SKIES
Someone said the sky have a mind,
with their unique behaviors to find.
With shades and character moods,
like people, skies’ve bad and good.
BETWEEN DAYS
Coming or going matters little,
nor does what comes and goes.
Days roll by in their easy simple,
between are the lives we choose.
LOVE IS PEACEFUL
What words is love associated with
and what do these words achieve?
Do these words put lovers in a fit
or are they calm as can ever be?
DEAR LORD
When I complain about my life,
forgive my unappreciative mind.
When I do flaunt the many I have,
remind me it is work of your hand.
HELL OR HIGH HEAVENS
First rule of power is survival.
for life remains for those living.
Touch the ground is most vital,
before the triumphant leaving.
The best gift God gave to man
is not life or living, but choice.
Deadliest of weapon is human,
man gets evil, however he tries.
ECLIPSE
Master though the sun is,
lording over life as it’s set.
At moments mere mortals
put its majesty in brief net.
GOODBYE
When you say goodbye, do mean it.
Say it like you would only part ways
for a reason and you cannot help it.
Say it like the sun that goes but stays.
CLIMATE CHANGE
The skies are angry and fierce
with a ghostly feel about them.
The weather a thrusting pierce
as it ravages all and condemn.
The soothing feel of our world
has taken the mood of horrors.
Our hands’ works as its fortold
has caused these our sorrows.
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