The bad news is that time flies. The good news is you’re the pilot.” — Michael Altshuler
The sun spills like heavy honey over cliffs,
Drowning the clocks in a sea of amber light.
I pluck a ripe second from the abundant air,
Feeling its pulse throb against my palm today.
Shadows stretch long limbs across the quiet grass,
Tasting the wind before it turns to a ghost.
The sky is a bruised plum, leaking its juice,
Staining the edges of our fleeting breath now.
Forget the iron gates of the cold tomorrows;
They are only echoes in a hollow jar.
Drink the salt spray from the lip of the moment,
While the waves carve runes into the shifting sand.
Mountains dissolve into a purple smoke ring,
As we dance on the blade of a golden spark.
Stars are just pinpricks in a heavy curtain,
Waiting for a hand that will never arrive.
The earth is a spinning top of green silk thread,
Unraveling softly beneath our bare feet.
Hold the burning coal of this hour closely,
Until the light becomes the only thing real.
Sweet one, don't sweat the small stuff.
In the grand scheme of things, this life is but a pale blue puff.
Enjoy this chrysalis of fleshed pleasure while you can.
Live it up -live it down, light it up, let it swirl in your mouth.
Splash about the champagne and the mud.
Sweet one, I think it must be ok live for the day.
But don't forget to heart pray just in case.
It's an insurance policy for eternity.
Common sense tells me
The universe is no accident, and we're part of a plan.
The creator travels a bit faster than the speed of light.
That's why we cannot grasp the effervescence of the divine.
Sweet one, don't sweat the small stuff.
Love is in the soul dust of the universe.
Cherish time like a rosy dream.
In the grand scheme of things, this life is but a pale blue puff.
The murders committed by the gangs
Are like very big bangs
Nothing good can come from it
That is something we can admit
A death a day
Seems to be the only way
The only way for the gangs
Who is always quick to show fangs
Moving like snakes
When slithering there are no shakes
with murder on the brain
somebody is going to suffer pain.
Committing a murder everyday
surely there must be a better way
giving their lives away
they only live for the day
Killing a person everyday
the gangs have shown their way
By killing a person everyday
They show no remorse in any way
A death a day
that is the gang’s way
and so, they go on slaying
and go on preying
Causing pain so inhumane
as if they have no brain
?apparently to them it's fair.
In reality not fair and square
They will continue to live that way
That is the gang’s way
the hatred every day
will keep on causing a death a day
Live for the Day
Yesterday was history
which brought today’s victory.
Tomorrow is a mystery.
Which could lead to a contingency…
Never think of tomorrow’s mystery.
Within this short span of life,
Make use of the day.
Take today as yours and
Leave tomorrow to the others.
Poetry by Tiny Sahabandu
You could have taken a different route
Lord knows it had its charms.
But that wasn't what you were about
before you were in my arms.
You forfeited friends along the way
but you scarce gave it a thought.
You let them do and be what they may
while you did everything you ought.
Thus you came to me in celestial white,
sweet, pure, faithful in every degree.
I see you still in that heaven-sent light
and live for the day you and I are we.
My demons have come poised for attack.
I have no fear for you watch my back.
In the still of the night, far from the sun.
I stand protected by God’s only Son.
Freshly washed, my soul is now clean.
The veil has been torn down which stood in between.
A bright new day is now shown by your light.
Saved lives have begun free from the night.
Death no longer has a grip on those who believe.
May God bring you peace that will never leave.
Lose all fear and live for the day.
This life is a gift, so treat it that way.
There are far too many who live in fear.
Waiting for the end of days thinking it is always near.
Don’t waste your life on things you can’t control.
Jesus died for you and he stays in the know.
Too young for love
but not too young to fall in love
Too young for love
won't stop your heart from loving
Girl, he is much older than you
to him, you're just a child
You are still a little girl
longing for a grown-up world
A crush of a crush
that rips your insides apart
He sees you but he does not notice you
He's nice to you but in a big brother way
and you live for the day
When he will love you in the way
your big broken heart loves him
Dry those lonely sweet tears
rest your loving heart
Too young for love
but not too young to fall in love
Too young for love
won't stop your heart from loving
Let him go
there will be others
Time will let you bloom
and those silly little nasty boys
You now just can't stand
By then will grow into
handsome young men
Too young for love
but not too young to fall in love
In time, give time
for Romance has its plan.
Don't assert yourself you'll be quietly successful counting stars
Drink a lot and bury sober dreams
Never fight for what's right and no one will ever blame you
Disrespect women in all forms, it was the dolphins that brought us here after all
What is education when you will never benefit from it
Live for the day that lies right next to what you have
Wise men speak of a tunnel that has light at the end, why pass through a tunnel to see a light?
Hello poverty, please wreck havoc on my beautiful soul
I wanna dance your song naked...
Spill over the melody of stupidity for I need it more
Give me another civil war please my favorite blue eye devil
Drag me out of Africa again please
I miss the cotton plantation and the thousand whip for one mistake
Shackle me like a merchandise again and take me to my beautiful DOOR OF NO RETURN
Oh how I love my society of brilliant ignorance
My youthfulness of pleasantry judge by strangers holding smartphones
I marvel at the hate, so sweet
I am a marveller of this brilliant generation, downloading all Brazzers latest but never an Einstein quote
Don't throw fate over my words
I walk in the shadow of death,
I have neglected to care for my soul,
creeping age, brings it close with each breath,
Faith is the breath for your soul to be whole.
But when faith, no longer is there
And you've treated your soul like a shadow,
When it's spiritual needs, you’ve ignored without care,
Leaving no room, to include and to share.
To the promises of church and state,
I now no longer relate,
I cast no blame, I assign no wrong,
But I cannot find Salvation
in a Choral hymn or song.
Doctrine and catechism, drummed in by rote
Never ever would get my vote,
The promise of everlasting damnation,
The subtle procrastination,
Hell fire just left me cold,
threats just made me bold,
rules designed to avoid temptation,
Were eschewed, when recognised,
as misinformation.
The future is what it will be,
If agnostic you’re somehow set free,
To find God in your own special way,
To look forward with hope to that day.
In the meantime just follow these rules,
Just live for the day,
Do your best on the way,
And leave the hereafter,
To fate and to laughter.
It makes me smile when i see him
All my worries fall away
Nothing but fun while we are together
I see no boundaries to seclusion
I have no hurt or pain to think of
Just pure happiness and thrill.
I like the way he laughs at most things i say
The trust is incomparable yet defined
We share rooms but not beds when we travel
He shares stories from home and i listen with great ease
We are never apart for more than a week.
We live for the day but dream for the future
We moan and act like kids so sill but so freeing
We can tell each other anything
Our time is precious so we spend it wisely
He is everything to me and i wish him well.
He has seen my pain yet never knew how to help
He doesn't do hugs but he is there and that's ok
He likes the fact i am a good listener
I will listen to him all day if that's what it took
I would be lost without him in my life.
Gondwana
I woke up it was morning and a year had gone
My future was behind me I only had to live for the day
And not bother with philosophical questions but
Set the day free to wander, see where it will take me.
I hope it is not Madagascar this island of muddy shores
Steamy heat, odd animals with big empty eyes
A variety of snakes and dusty roads leading nowhere
This Island was once a part of a supercontinent but it
Moved out of time Madagascar is a reminder of not to
Worry about now whatever happens it will move out
The world is a stage where most of us a statists but has
No say about the script; time takes care of that.
Be Thankful
When things seem so unfair
Remember what you have
A roof over your head
Food on the table
Memories made with
Family and friends
Some days can seem a drag
But you’re alive so smile
Learn to be yourself
Remain honest and trustworthy
Your work oh such a grind
Suppling pennies to spend
Providing for your needs
So be thankful
You’re in charge of what you do
Live for the day
Tomorrow’s are always there
Make life the best you can
Be happy
Laugh until you cry
Have fun always
Stay crazy if you must
Just remember
Remain thankful
Tomorrow may never come
Is tomorrow the same as yesterday,
Is yesterday going to be the same as tomorrow?
If you question the days as numbers on a revolving Calendar,
Will you be able to let your heart sing?
I would never tell you to live for the day,
But what good will it do to count the days until something meaningful happens?
Will you feel the same as yesterday?
Will tomorrow be a better day?
Those questions are for someone who counts the days,
I for one won't count the days but I will look at other ways,
I will look as the sun goes down and the colors in the sky change,
I will watch the leaves fall to the ground and decompose into the ground,
I will watch the people smile and talk and go on their way,
And by chance if something comes my way,
I will smile and fall with it to smile all day.
The weight of sin grows heavy with age,
And at the aged the demons do rage.
And why do they fix their grin upon the young,
And not a sound raise against a forward tongue?
But for those who know they circle above,
And those who would touch the perfection of love,
These fallen have nothing but ire,
And seething disdain for their penitent desire.
Hopeless and helpless they want them to be,
And broken in heart, and crippled in knee.
And seeing no way to continue to live,
With nothing to offer and nothing to give,
To go on and die and make place for the young,
For they live for the day, a fools song on their tongue.
And so at the aged the demons will rage,
And despise all those who gain wisdom with age.
Split decisions dance with time
and as each one intertwines
they align
with the story of God’s design
the medley of your memory trace
promotes your enduring shape
Like fossilized bones
Or data lines on a disk
Each encoding depicts history
And how you created it
If thoughts beget actions
And actions engender waterfalls
And integral
Pieces of your life
Then its up to you to conquer
All your strife
For no one else controls your destiny
Your apex
Or your valleys
Crawl along slowly
Or live for the day
Its almost like Burger King
You can have it your way
Of course there are setbacks
And complications
But each one contains
A valuable lesson
To resolve to evolve and grow
With grace
Never forget to look to coach God
To monitor your pace
Prepare wisely and move along
Just remember this isn’t a sprint
It’s a marathon
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