mother time has paid her fare
the memory of youth, behind and gone
reflecting this life, either heaven-or a waking nightmare
the mirror reflects old eyes that stare
recollections of a dawn to a twilight curtain drawn
mother time has paid her fare
from the darkness i stared into the glare
and sowed a seed upon the road to Babylon
reflecting this life, either heaven-or a waking nightmare
pages of future destiny scare and tear
but i grieve not for the past long gone
mother time has paid her fare
character arose out of a soul laying bare
truth in the saying-its always the darkest before the dawn
reflecting this life, either heaven-or a waking nightmare
trod upon a path without any fanfare
from sunrise to sunset i kept on
mother time has paid her fare
reflecting this life, either heaven-or a waking nightmare
The world is made up of two kinds
Masters and slaves.
It used to be masters ruled,
Now the slaves do.
As they say, it’s darkest before the dawn,
But sometimes the dawning takes forever.
Waiting, still waiting, for all those slaves
To awaken and become their own master.
At this rate, but I wouldn’t bet on it,
It’ll take a million years.
(4/12/26)
Darkness is darkest before the dawn
This time, folks say, the adage is wrong
But when the sun peeps out from behind the clouds
A cheer erupts from the expectant crowd
Waiting For The Sun
There is a fire in me that is too much for this world
Smoldering deep in the roots of my soul
Flames budding, their blossoms longing to unfurl
Up xylem, down phloem, reciprocal control
Failure means you tried
Would rather you had died not knowing?
Successes can be found
When you stop, stare at the ground
And suddenly you've found
By new heights
You're still growing
Eventually the spring will come
Thawing frosts the winter spun
Always darkest before the dawn
Ever waiting for the sun
So count your rings, and stand up straight
Brace yourself against the wind
Hold you glow and embrace the wait
For your time to shine again
In the darkness is where you find the light
In the silence you can lift the sound to life
And every time I find it, it gets brighter
And every time I lift it, it gets lighter
Why can't you be a lover, and a fighter
Jack of all trades, master of none
It's always darkest before the dawn.
While all the bad things will not turn out light.
Before dawn, terrible pain kills.
It breaks the soul apart.
Before dawn, darkness triumphs.
And there is nothing worse.
Before dawn, even evil is impressive.
It shows us the worst sides.
And we just need to get through this time.
Clench your teeth and wait for the dawn.
Just a little more and it will be easier to live,
The dawn rays will teach you to win.
Don't cry, get your tears and don't be shy,
Fight, hold on, love, be brave.
It's darkest before dawn,
But this is only a second of the whole life.
Who are you when the mask has lost its stitches
How could the cost of the sun be so little
Vultures and ravens surround the sound of cultures and havens
Utopia turns to dystopia
The skies face turns so sad
As it's clouds cry out for bad
omen meticulously woven
Gloom doom monsoon
Elements bloom
Within landscapes
The rain will pour soon
Fresh gale cleanses this lonely spirit
Wet knees engraved into warm soil next to a broken ricket
Darkest before the dawn
Brightest before the storm
Voluntarily blind unkind rewind the clocks back to a bleaker time
Black room
More like a tomb
Resting in a dead womb
Conceived deceived
Plant a seed
And then bleed
Please no more weeds
Laying upon empty leaves
From autumn to winter frosts
When all is lost
A tear from a rose lightly cascading onto cold toes
My face so soft
In this place of frost
Breathing as if it's my last breath
Leaving as if it's my last step
Away from these hallowed sounds
Away from the battleground
For every day there is a night.
For every wrong there is a right.
For every up there is a down.
For every smile there is a frown.
It's always darkest before the dawn.
For every pro there is a con.
Into each life some rain must fall,
But enjoy your life in spite of it all.
There are two sides to everything,
And no one knows what the future brings.
It does no good to expect the worst,
When people do that they create their own curse.
Don't waste your time and grumble and grouch,
And sit in a funk on the living room couch.
Life is already way too short,
To waste it on grumbles and growls and snorts.
You can build your own future and make your own luck,
By looking ahead and not passing the buck.
Have faith in God and the gifts He has given,
Don't worry 'bout dyin' just get busy livin'.
Hello darkness...you're not my friend.
You're always lurking...around the bend.
You flash your smile...and you pretend.
That you're my deepest...darkest friend.
You fill my days & haunt my nights.
Blocking any glimpse of light.
Sometimes I'm barely holding on.
Is it really darkest before the dawn?
I’d hold the towel tight & not throw it in.
As I wait for light to filter in
If only....I knew when that would begin.
darkest before the dawn
concept that is not
all together true
some time there
is no down to partake in
there is only darkness to
walk around in bumping
one's heart on the clutter
that the past leaves when
there is still unmet desires
that have be left unresolved
Bluest skies shine bright in the night
stars bright like beams of light
Natures beauty at first rate
best place to go for a date
The look of the night time moon
and the feeling of the sun in mid-afternoon
its darkest before the dawn
but the sun will always rise
and all must go on
I'm sending this message to the universe....
We are gonna win this life,We're gonna beat this course.
Even when it looks bad,
My darlings don't get sad.
We all know that life is a pain....
But its all apart of the game.
Kept your heads and move on....
We are know its the darkest before the dawn.
Is it the darkest, before the dawn?
Or could that old adage be all wrong?
Decided to find out for myself
It’s four AM, I’ll know before long
The almanac says sunrise at six
Camera on tripod, keeps a fix
It’s aimed right where the sun comes up
Ten minutes between camera clicks
At five forty five, into high gear
First light of day will soon be here
Now take a picture every minute
Keep it up till the sunup is clear
Now to evaluate what we‘ve got
Develop film in a single lot
We’ll be looking for the darkest black
To be just before the sun’s first dot
Then we discover to our dismay
This experiment has gone astray
No film loaded into the camera
To hell with it, accept the cache
Hazy days spent finding myself
I'm the thirteenth guest at a party for twelve
I'm a fighter for a long lost cause
And nothing is how it once was
Hazy days spent fighting myself
But how can one defeat himself?
Friendly fire at your every move
But I fought the war and got the scars to prove
And outside - such a beautiful day
But can I face the streets today?
Locked in a prison inside of my head
Could I really be better off dead?
Rainy days inside a broken mind
Happiness's so hard to find
Despair kills the last of the hope
Day after day it's harder to cope
Empty days in search for intent
Praying that one day this quest will end
Stood at the edge, all faith is gone
But it's always darkest before the dawn
Ignorance please don't leave......Come back
Cover my face like a mask
Don't let the light get me
There's no shadow when the sun rises
Ignorance don't get repaired
It's always darkest before the dawn
Open like an umbrella
Stop the drops of insight..............but ignorance don't leave me STUPID
(This is a fictional poem)
It's very hard to face life without my son.
He was troubled and he ended it all with a gun.
He came to me with his problems but I didn't listen to what he had to say.
I've cried myself to sleep every night since he went away.
He was very athletic and also very bright.
We were not close and that wasn't right.
A man never really knows what he has until it's gone.
It's frustrating when people tell me that it's darkest before the dawn.
If I could turn back time, I would be a better dad.
Now the pain and guilt is killing me and I'm so sad.
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