They are running from the self
try to satisfy their lives
the meaning that they are seeking,
it rarely arrives
Chasing hedonistic pleasures
when the answer lies within
Eliminate the anger
a new life will begin
They are flying into Bali
into Africa and Spain
A brief migration round the world
to ease the wretched pain
Entertainment thrives aplenty
to dull the anxious mind
Find peace and love and harmony
to leave the woes behind
While running on the streets
be it walk or jog
A mobile phone adorns the hand
to check another blog
There's legal and illegal drugs
bottles of red wine
They shove it down their gullets,
believe it's all benign
The ill begotten habits
that send them all awry
Does the illness that pervades the human race
fall out of the sky??!!!!!
What is the final outcome
of the twisted soul so poor
Direct the populace from joyousness
create another war
A solution that people must pursue
many times a repeat
Find the peace and love and harmony
which persists inside of you
Stoic she sits
As an oyster lacking a grain of sand
No Pearl of Great Price or wisdom to share.
Stoic she sits
A smile adorns her face while we hold hands,
Bereft of thought and without words to spare.
Stoic she sits
Cloudy sapphire eyes show nary a care.
Oblivion’s glide left her a blank stare.
Stoic she sits
Time’s wrinkles scribe not the soft silken face
Of the hollowed woman who remains there.
Stoic I sit
We live in the perfume of our sweet love each day
Its scent adorns me with each sachet fragrant ray
A nippy and eye-burning wind sweeps across
the thick and silent forest of tall firs and pines;
their long branches are weighted down by bright snow...
although it's a lovely scene, the cold sun still hangs low!
While December adorns winter wonderland, the dreamer's eyes
are set aglow...they follow the long paths of imagination,
leading them to snowy trees that used to lull wild flowers;
in this woodland, peace is felt more deeply through observation!
Back in spring the dense forest was echoing with warbling sounds,
the small hummingbirds made music with the pretty bluebirds;
the thought of winter was too remote, but frightened them all:
they suddenly left without seeing the fluffy snowflakes gently fall!
While December adorns winter wonderland, many travelers will frown;
who will build the snowman under the frozen trees? Jangles the clown?
It could be anybody who's enthusiastic and loves wintry weather;
and with plenty of snow to build many snowmen, isn't sharing fair?
beauty
adorns virtue-
this truth which all accord
makes visible,integrity's
reward
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