Mirror you kept inside of me
Your face I slept with me
Smiles you brought for me
Your love I painted as me
I can hear your thoughts
and I'm always beside you
I can sense your emotions
and I'm always near you
You don't see me
but you believe in me
You think I'm always around
but never see me
I come and go faster than you
and never late before you
Isolate yourself
and I can never reach you
I can penetrate,
only if you let me through
I can be warm or cold
always young, not old
To caress you each day
is what I always pray
I will always breathe for you
the way you breathe for me
I will only stop loving you
if you cease believing in me
I don't use words when I speak
Only weather sends signs, either low or at my peak
To keep you mine all day and night
I'm the ghost in you with might
Your life, my soul I keep
Your soul, my spirit so deep!
Settle in
Let me take you on a ride of a lifetime
The twists the turns
The fears we all have
It's a game of chance
This life we lead
Oh the dips the crosses the estrange
We all walk amongst the Graves
We ponder the conclusions
We captivate the creations
It's all around us this carnival of chaos
The clowns come running
The lions are roaring
We all want you to hear the screams
It's not for the fate of heart
It's much more then a ride
It's a discovery of uncharted land
A key to our emotions
A border for the strange
It's gamble on us
A bet for our riches
It's a common place
But yet so unfimiar
It's a realization that we control this ride
We take it in stride
We watch it go faster and faster
The days of our lives how do we fill this ride
How do we get pure satisfaction
We buckle in and enjoy the ride
Because in the end it's all about what we have become and how we navigated the change in us.
Birds can glide high above the sky,
They see everything and can see through a lie
They can go up up and high,
And can always go faster than a fly.
Birds nest where predators can’t rest,
Fight in groups to scare off the best
Feed their children and keep from stress
Then migrate together, flying far far west.
Us humans cannot fly in the wind,
Cannot see through everything as if blind
We cannot see the sunrise shine
And cannot fight or fly whilst inter-twined.
I wish I could fly, high above the sky
See through every single lie
And fly left, right, down, and up high
And perhaps even faster than a fly.
Maybe even nest and get easy rest,
And cooperate together and become the best
To keep children from starving and stress
And go on vacation together, perhaps go west.
I wish I was a bird, and could escape this artificial world
Fly high away and explore the unfurled
Leave everything behind for a world uncurled
Hoping one day this story will become my new world.
We are on this earth for a short while
the years go faster than we can imagine
as we age we look back on the past
say to ourselves where did time go
we get old before we realize
we look at people and say
do we look that old
maybe we just stay young
it is all in the matter of mind
we do not want to reach old age
we want to stay in shape
but time does not stand still
it comes down to the battle of will
getting past the aches and pains
in what is called... the golden years.
At first, they start slow. Then they go faster,
carefully avoiding every disaster.
It's kaleidoscopic insanity.
It's precision, well-ordered inanity.
Some of them whistle, but all of them prance
when the four-sided people go out to square dance.
My salary isn't pretty
My choice, a tuk-tuk, not a Rolls-Royce
Neither extended eyelashes nor done nails
A God-made light skin, short natural braids
My salary isn't pretty
When I am riding on the top
I'm always prepared when asked to stop
No moaning, I'll be gentle and go slower
Only go harder when asked to go faster
My salary isn't pretty
"What do you think," "I think it's a good idea,"
Are my only masculine words
"You're right", "I was wrong", "I'm sorry"
Are my only warring swords.
My salary isn’t pretty
I speak only when spoken to
Hands always busy
Filling the quiet spaces with chores
Even when no one’s asked.
The civilization of askers
Waits in the world of deciders
The queues tend to go faster
The lost need to find their finders
Any road needs an excavation
Some fenced pits of debris
What looks clean needs contamination
Regardless if some may disagree
I need to take my annual tests
Maybe I’ll get new prescriptions
I won’t mind to get more rest
Can’t give you a thorough description
How do I feel about this old day
In the world of deciders
The askers should know their place, they say
Maybe the web needs more spiders.
It will get better.
It's always getting better.
It will be better.
It's going to get better,
But it will not go faster.
Surrender have faith
True to the lions
The roar of life sits drinking Whisky behind a beaten down door
Saints of setting it right
When the horses look like skeletons
The pale rider rides off with the heads of the brave
Where them bones buried keep sacred for our glory
The brave go faster than a hot summer's day
When you lose control before the end
Before your trouble has been all dealt
When your breathe is frozen and blown away in the wind
Everything we haven't tried is now
But don't tie me down
A promise charade
Hooked by the crook of my best of by far a dreamer's frontier
I take what everyone else takes without the ice cream ..for crow
Abandoned the infinite starlight of delight
I got to make penses
I had sisters with love
I heard singing by the sirens peace only until all sung is sang
If I danced in the middle of the road
would you grab me or say ‘Go faster’?
Take a chance on a hitchhike across town
or go back afraid of what you may find?
Bohemian hearts wrapped in map pages
hold each destination’s stamp so tight;
I’m chasing the tide I welcome that ride,
life’s a joy as a Maverick woman;
When there is a risk I can’t hit the brakes
I gravitate to and chase adventure;
Bated with a look at a mile high wave,
man let’s go who cares about tomorrow?
Free spirited flights of fancy for life,
riding rogues as a Maverick woman.
When mankind has been using gears, levers and pulleys,
For thousands of years,
To speed things up,
Or slow things down,
To make it possible to take heavier loads uphill,
And to go faster on straight roads.
Then came clocks to measure the passing of time.
And with many machines geared to the speed needed,
For their required tasks,
One would think that humankind would lead less stressful lives,
But no their brains remain unable to change down to a lower gear,
Unless they take their brain out into the country for a year or two.
Most however don't seem to have the heart for it,
Are always looking to arrive at their destination Dead on Time,
And one day they will,
Sooner than they needed to.
Clock of time thy hands go faster
Faster than the Moon and sun
Dreams and hopes with thee they linger
O thou lonesome forlorn singer
Hearts of people full of sorrow
With the funerals of the shadows
In the circle of Thy tick tick
Midst of sorrow midst of fun
Wait and linger walk and stagger
Till to graves all of them run
We can go faster if we take the magic bike, Rudolph said.
Santa rolled his eyes and the reindeer’s nose got louder red.
We can get rid of the others on the payroll too.
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Blitzen and Vixen to name a few.
Santa looked at the magic bike. How can if fly far away?
Nothing up my sleeves, Rudolph said. Just trust me, okay?
So Santa signed the contract, and they fired the other deer.
Then he and Rudolph climbed on the bike, full of good cheer.
The bike struggled and stopped and sputtered and kicked.
Santa knew then that he had truly been gloriously tricked.
The other reindeer appeared, and demanded more money.
“As our union rep, they told Rudolph, you are a honey!”
Another dull Monday: I am still in Sunday mood.
I yawn as long as I have sluggish settings.
It will never be quick enough unless I go faster.
Who knows? Perhaps that is for the best.
Case I experiment with dizziness.
In particular, it accepts the truth.
From yet another hectic Monday.
Written: November 07, 2022
Remarkable how time seems to go faster
As we age, truth is, we move much slower,
If we are not careful, time passes us by
We grow less purpose-driven, mellower.
We leave more to the next generation
Feel we have accomplished our life's tasks
Look forward to receiving some veneration
Like to spend more time with our flasks.
Sometimes we think about time stopping
Knowing it will someday surely stop for us,
When into our rocking chair we are plopping
The cares of the day are no longer a fuss.
Written March 11, 2022
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