Time Fate Poems

The sun, resplendent in its blazing might,
Burns fiercely o'er a barren, lifeless waste,
A desert dry and vast where earth is scorched
By searing radiation, deathly bright.
No...

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Why?

Why? Why kill psychologists in my life?
Why? 
They don’t see my sufferings and my life.
They are just killing me.
A long time ago I haven’t own...

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If love is our fate, let each moment be our journey,
let love be our guiding star to follow

From the moment we first met
our souls became...

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the wind blows again
     old times it blew and it stayed
you can see mountains clearly
     days we...

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Stepping stones above the water
Form path into this sacred place
At centre of encircling trees
Stood by waterfall's base.
Chant the proper words with care
And that pathway will...

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Somethings are better
done to day – tomorrow
never comes

like mending fences
and pitching hay

meal on the table
and time to pray

grace in the morning
at the end of day

remind...

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Maybe if I close my eyes long enough
this will all just disappear.
I’ll wake up to the eyes of God and
his voice whispering in my ear.
A...

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You know, it's like a drug, this thing we share,
When you claim me, mark me, you make it clear.
And I can’t wait for the next...

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In the grand theater of existence, we play our part,
A journey through time, a tale from the heart.
Life, not short but fleeting, slips through our...

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Pulling and pushing and dancing up and down

Like monkeys no one is watching but the behaved crowd
Who paid to expect what they came to see...

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May God bless you all time around 
Alike the love-owned leftover redundant 
Creating the consciousness of conscience 
And growing the powerful confidence 

If you are...

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A sly inflection shifts the paradigm.
Rambling renaissance men without a clue.
Notable declensions; mismanaged time.
Skewing the truth and balance of value.

When paying mind to another's success.
Visibly...

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A touch too close and a gaze too sincere,
Was the Jenga player about to pull an upset loss? 
Faulty by design, promise and execution 

Does...

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there's a slim space

between
the what  
  you want to do
and the what
  you have to do...
  
between
the where 
  you...

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I stand in solitude
I refuse to be the anchor
Upon another's neck.

I prepared for everything- I thought...
But being murdered slowly
By life itself?
Now that, I did not...

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