Poetry is nakedness, transparency, vulnerability -
otherwise, it is just words.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
A Fleeting Moment
It stays with you for the rest of your life
Like sweat lingering on the skin or the smell of sweet perfume hovering in the air
To see death, to feel the agonizing sorrow
To know the cause was the loss of a dream, an identity
Your own destiny would be interwoven with the panic and frenzy
Of buzzing busy people scurrying about in their imaginary world
If you let it, if you don’t take a stand and fight for meaning, for purpose, for passion
If you sell out your soul to useless expectations, time honored declarations
Still reeking from the spilled blood of young, innocent men trying to think for themselves
How dare they? To press beyond what’s known. Who were they?
The inner child within each of us who still believes won’t give up
For they know that life is a fleeting moment
And there’s still a chance as long as there is yet another breath to take
Too naive to realize, to visualize, to see any insurmountable obstacles
For if there is no second glance we must seize while there’s still a chance
The day is breaking like a sheet of glass, shattered, irreparable, undeniable
There is but one day at a time, there is but one life that is mine
The sun will set and then the day is gone
Make haste! Make haste! The cry is made
Forget romance and serenade the beauty of the truth we all receive
We’re here today and gone tomorrow; embrace the agonizing sorrow
Like sweat lingering on the skin or the smell of perfume in the air
Death will encompass every life
So live this moment before ‘tis night
Like sweat lingering on the skin or the smell of sweet perfume hovering in the air
To see death, to feel the agonizing sorrow
To know the cause was the loss of a dream, an identity
Your own destiny would be interwoven with the panic and frenzy
Of buzzing busy people scurrying about in their imaginary world
If you let it, if you don’t take a stand and fight for meaning, for purpose, for passion
If you sell out your soul to useless expectations, time honored declarations
Still reeking from the spilled blood of young, innocent men trying to think for themselves
How dare they? To press beyond what’s known. Who were they?
The inner child within each of us who still believes won’t give up
For they know that life is a fleeting moment
And there’s still a chance as long as there is yet another breath to take
Too naive to realize, to visualize, to see any insurmountable obstacles
For if there is no second glance we must seize while there’s still a chance
The day is breaking like a sheet of glass, shattered, irreparable, undeniable
There is but one day at a time, there is but one life that is mine
The sun will set and then the day is gone
Make haste! Make haste! The cry is made
Forget romance and serenade the beauty of the truth we all receive
We’re here today and gone tomorrow; embrace the agonizing sorrow
Like sweat lingering on the skin or the smell of perfume in the air
Death will encompass every life
So live this moment before ‘tis night
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
Collection
At least I have everything in one place. Now I just have to make sure I don't forget where I put it.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
Really
Nothing is real, nothing is true, nothing is good
except for that which is.
And who am I to claim to know the difference?
except for that which is.
And who am I to claim to know the difference?
Thursday, January 14, 2010
The End of the Road
The pursuit of happiness is a journey without a destination.
Surrender is the only true path to freedom.
Surrender is the only true path to freedom.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Creation
People create God in their own image because it's the furthest possible extent of our limited thinking.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Friday, January 8, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Grasping
With hands wide open, is how you lived
With hands wide open, is how you died
Now here I stand faced with the option
To close my hands or leave them open
With hands wide open, is how you died
Now here I stand faced with the option
To close my hands or leave them open
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Meaning
The purpose of my life is to contribute my strengths and gifts to the community in which I exist.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Urine Test
Either way, the facts are acceptable
Thougths to the positive are fearful yet stimulating
Negative results would be a relief but also a disappointment
My stomach is upset from nerves, or not
Stress over the stress of more possible stress
So much depends upon such a small stream
Thougths to the positive are fearful yet stimulating
Negative results would be a relief but also a disappointment
My stomach is upset from nerves, or not
Stress over the stress of more possible stress
So much depends upon such a small stream
Saturday, January 2, 2010
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