Lonely I might look
shining I might be
bloomed too early
I now face a death penalty.
These four lines apply to
all that has life let it be
nature,animals,humans
even the moon and stars
were bright when no
pollution was around,
but now that it's starting
to go back to a semblance
of normalcy, our skies lost
it's shining stars and breathable
air.........
Tuesday, May 26, 2020
Thursday, May 21, 2020
Glorious day
What a glorious day
when one can hear
water flow, birds singing,
no car to pollute my space.
Like all wonderful time in
once life, all come to an end.
I'm lucky to be alive, that's
the major event of this new year.
No predictions to warn us of
what would layaway for the past
months, only dreamers were
optimistic, only pessimists were
seeing gloom and doom.
Life is a strange passage that
will not tell or confirm what's
in store for us all. It's a
"Take today at face value,
keep marching on,
hope for the best
and don't be discouraged for the
future, what will be - will be..."
when one can hear
water flow, birds singing,
no car to pollute my space.
Like all wonderful time in
once life, all come to an end.
I'm lucky to be alive, that's
the major event of this new year.
No predictions to warn us of
what would layaway for the past
months, only dreamers were
optimistic, only pessimists were
seeing gloom and doom.
Life is a strange passage that
will not tell or confirm what's
in store for us all. It's a
"Take today at face value,
keep marching on,
hope for the best
and don't be discouraged for the
future, what will be - will be..."
Tuesday, May 12, 2020
Breaking point
Time has come
while time as passed.
A broken heart was left behind in
million of pieces shinning in
the morning light.
Those who leave are the best,
taken too soon by a high hand.
Their love is never forgotten
and their words resonated in the
past leaving us only a future to treasure.
Will I stand to their standards,
knowing full well that it is
impossible, my good will is
not enough, hence my trying
and never reaching them.
Oh heaven where no one as
come back to describe it
leaving my imagination run
wild, listening to the wind
caress my face, my feet light
and painless on the carpeted grass,
running down the valley,
tasting the river of youth but
never keeping me there.
I will run, run and run again
and again until my bones
are so fragile that the smallest
pebble will be my breaking point
and then I will lay down resting
until the angels come and show
me the way home.....
NB: Photo is not mine, should owner
recognize himself, please e-mail me
& I will give you credit for it.
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