Just a little sunshine to end this rainy day,
And take all the pain and worry far away.
No one had found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow,
Until someone let all their fear and negativity go.
All storms pass if you'll only give it time,
Right when it's heaviest, you're almost at your prime.
Yolks are soft until touched by heat, then they harden with strength that can't be beat.
Junior schoolers sit back in their seats;
And someone looks back at his life.
Now, with the start of the new,
Useful skills are to be gained.
Awesome is man, for he waits for the best;
Rough is the world, for it gives nothing but
Years of youth. And winters.
Footprints in the Snow
This flurry of Life that descends
as flakes fall in, and end,
with soles pressed,
where do They go?
(...evaporating in the distance...)
some with Circles & Squares
in their trails...
Here goes one, long sloppy and muddied, always in a hurry!
And here is another, shuffling off in defeat.
This one made it slow, all dressed up on tippy toe,
And over there some ran with disco beat!!
All these little tracks of Lives,
and I look back, with ghosted smile,
My prints small and neat...
but Yours those I know are most adored,
Crisscrossing along these streets.
From The Center
dead in a day,
but free. I would
gladly trade lives.
Jutting lines of modern yuletide ball gowns
And suits of monetary armor wrapped around men.
Neurotically, we clamber to the top of the pyramid
Under the orders of our self-protecting Id.
Armed with whistling words and clinking champagne glasses we
Reach into the lives and down-coat pockets of our fellow guests
Yearning, yet never finding that sense of self-security we so desperately seek.
i need to be held as if you’d just returned
from a time-traveling journey to a future without me.
My Birthday is th 7th of:
Usually have bad birthdays this years was pretty rough
Just because it started
Again we're back at the beginning
Nothing changed, despite that
Unless you force something to happen
Again the year will
Repeat as your own error but
You can make it new
would it be different if
our minds were still?
us could have survived but we
lost our time, guess I see you in
Just another winter’s day
A crisp, cold wind whispers
Nestling in the trees
Until it swooshes
Rattling the house.
You, child of winter, are at peace.