We don’t know what tomorrow may bring
But we want something that will make our hearts sing.
And the things that will make our hearts sing
Is the beautiful memories that it brings.
What is tomorrow but another day
Another day of living, another day of giving
Another day of sharing, another day of caring.
All of our tomorrows will be yesterdays
And all our yesterdays are our pasts
And it will be another memory that will last.
Watching all the Doo wop groups of yester year
On wpbt made me feel old as can be.
With each tomorrow brings you closer to old age
And your life will never be the same.
I will take all my tomorrows and hold them
Like a newborn child, and give thanks to god above
For showing me how to love.
And when my tomorrows become my yester years
With everyone that I know, these memories I will share.
Life is short
that's what they say,
so make the best of it
from day to day...
The burden is heavy
and the road often long,
but never give up
because you think it's wrong...
Walk the path that you choose
for you're the one that goes,
down the rocky trail of life -
past the pleasures and the woes...
Sometimes you win
and other times you lose,
but its always better to wander
down the path that you choose...
So live each day to the fullest,
and never give up the fight;
for what seemed wrong today,
may tomorrow be just right.
One day I will see a sunrise
One day I will see blue skies
One day I will see the ground
One day I shall be found
One day I shall not be lost
One day I’ll stand and walk
One day I will learn to talk
One day I will hear God say
One day it will not be this way
One day mankind will see
One day we can be free
One day we will change the game
One day we won’t be so lame
One day no more false scheme
One day a kindness dream
One day, it best be soon
One day we’ll run out of room
One day we won’t chase the lie
One day we’ll forget how to cry
One day a helping hand
One day we become a man
One day we’ll get up and stand
One day we will see,” one day, oh one day”
I think about that prophecy
And what it may mean
For you and for me.
Do I change my life;
Become someone else;
Live in fear, to avoid future strife.
Do I continue as I am;
Respecting myself;
Respecting my fellow man.
2012 is a dire date
Predicting the end is soon;
How does this play with my fate.
When I consider that my end
May come tomorrow or today;
I wonder, will my death offend.
Should I become then different,
Believing two years are left;
Knowing that is what’s meant.
Each man must decide
How he believes within;
And what he holds inside.
And we know not when
Our time will come;
Let us not hide or pretend.
For each day provides
A promise of renewal;
A new beginning for our lives.
I think about that prophecy,
And what it may mean,
And this is what I see:
Live each day as though it were your last;
For in the end, we know not how the die is cast.
SHORTEST DAY TRICKERY
Again December 23 is almost here
Frost’s darkest evening of the year,
Ok. But what really bugs me
Is that it is the date when we
Are actually closer to the sun
By three million miles - no I’m not making fun.
It’s like going to a supermarket where
It advertises mega-bargains in hardware -
Twenty-five percent off everything,
And then finding that we are paying
Three times the normal price in the western hemisphere.
Seems to me there’s a con trick here.
We’re being ripped off, short-changed somehow.
Getting a steer, having paid for a cow
Getting the short end of the stick
Like being victim of some card trick
I mean who would buy a heater that
Got colder as you moved your chair closer?
Instead of Shortest Day it should be renamed
Shortest End of the Stick Day.
I shall be Monday and blue.
I’ll be a morning with a greyish hue.
I’ll be a short spell of afternoon rain.
I’ll be all rubbish on telly again.
I shall be Tuesday and cream.
I’ll be a quick wake-up from a long dream.
I’ll be the breeze on the evening run.
I’ll be the washing-up not getting done.
I shall be Wednesday and yellow.
I’ll be that breakfast-time radio fellow.
I’ll be that tennis match out by the hill.
I’ll be an evening, peaceful and still.
I shall be Thursday and puce.
I’ll be a third try, still no flippin’ use.
I’ll be a warm spot of afternoon tea.
I’ll be another poor night on TV.
I shall be Friday and black.
I’ll be that girl with her hair tied back.
I’ll be the nightclub that chucks out at one.
I’ll be the time to relax and have fun.
I shall be Saturday and brown.
I’ll be a headache and all-morning frown.
I’ll be a coffee and straight back to bed.
I’ll be the day nothing ever gets said.
I shall be Sunday, and green.
I’ll be late morning, wound-down and serene.
I’ll be all day without one thing to do.
And then I’ll be Monday, and naturally blue.
Each day remains the same
no one is at fault no is to blame
all the days wasted what a shame
yesterday was twinkle in my eye
the things dreams are made of
the storm that has no eye
that will resonate over and over again
to be constant to always maintain
to reverberate through time to become a stain
yesterday will always be the constant noun
the day that happens all year never on the rebound
prestigious and royal it may remain bound
I am that man
Who's lived this life since it began
I am that man and I find it's true
That I'm responsible for what I do.
I am said man
The sum of my choices to God's plan
That manifests both lows and highs
Revealing there both truth and lies.
It is I indeed
Rest assured that it is in fact me
Whose path might sometimes take
The more scenic route by mistake.
I am that one
With many battles both lost and won
And, I know that I will lose one more
That day I stand before death's door.
I am the one
Who has to face the things I've done.
I am the one who will one day stand
Before my Maker by holy demand.
So, I am he
With no one else to blame but me
I hope that when I make that stand
I'm not ashamed to be that man.
Timothy I. Brumley
Feed the mind,
It’s so cluttered,
Left behind,
I’ll murmur to you,
Feeling the truth,
Left inside,
I’m along for the ride,
Tonight we release,
This night, full of peace,
Freedom drips,
From every pore,
Feeling sore,
From past wounds,
It’s coming soon,
The day of reckoning,
The day of decision,
Destiny rides with us,
Dragging us along,
We’re never wrong,
We need the resolution,
We need a revolution,
Rise up,
Refuse all you know,
To live,
Just live.
Linger not lazily upon the hot sand
venture forward that you too might see
Love and passion in ones' heart's sea,
Linda Terrell
Feb 14, 2010
Valentines Day is for all to experience love.
Happy Valentines Day to all!
We dream
Dream
Dream of delusion
Dream of what is not ours
What we wish to have
And
Dream we will
Till the day comes
Till the day passes
Without a hush
Quiet…
Dead…
Whisper
The day will pass us
And we will:
Dream
Because we, as inherited by our minds, are dreamers
And dreams are not real, dreams are fiction
Then how, can a dreamer exist?
We are our own
Cursed to dream
Conjure up what we may never have
Because
We Dreamers
Fear what we do not imagine
We fear, what we do not consider
What has not played over in our heads
We fear, that what we imagined, what we partook in
Will be different
We have dreamt up our fear
Because, we who are afraid
Can only dream of being brave
And we who dream of being brave
Do so out of fear
This twisted cycle of deprivation
Must
By all means
Stop
So you ask me Carol, what dream I wish to come true?
The dream of living my waking life,
Not dreaming it away
Dreams are endless, Our lives
Are Not
© Samir Georges
2007
There are too many roads,
that have lead me down it's path ---
It seems the further I journey,
the more society shows me their rath ---
So I go on into this mystery called life ---
Even though each day greets me like an ex-wife ---
Burdens do not diminish as one grows older ---
Infact trouble doubles and the public seems colder ---
When I am out and trying to have some fun ---
I run into individuals who attack like a sniper's gun ---
Not with an angry fist or an evil word ---
Rather they'll cast an evil eye, like a predatory bird ---
Relations often tell me to ignore this harrasment and pay them no mind ---
This is rather difficult when these citizens act like they are out of their mind ---
Pushing and shoving to get ahead everyday ---
Just to make enough money to live day to day ---
In the end when there is nothing left to do but die ---
Will you laugh and be at peace or scream and start to cry?
Old friends you come to reminisce and share
The stories of better life, another day compared
O I have question to settle matters here
Before I pack and go again - something here is seared.
Did you too
As a child with gawking eyes and gangling dreams
Pursue
Through silence the rights of adulthood?
Did you too
Long for the day when we would be the only law
And work would only be play?
O what giddy headedness! Why were so vain?
For here we come to this place
Almost the end of what we longed to embrace
And here this hollow sense of something missing still
Did we do something wrong
Or was this there all along
Was it irrevocably fixed
A gene in their actions, some invisible mix
In all the years before their years
In the legacy's spiralling stairs
The sun is set
And we cannot alter it.
O children who long to leave
The world of innocence ... beware
For we too are children
Carriers of the Sisyphusean dream
The web only glitters ... but mortal is our scream
I would have taken all of Jacob's ladder
Where only angels climb
O but so gullible we are
We seek to to catch
When wise men follow stars.
With a swift brush of air upon the setting eve,
Wanting it to be daylight then who shall deceive.
I ponder the day, which passed without reprieve.
Just another day come and gone for life’s display.
A moment an hour many, many taken this day,
To recall events of the desperate ways of men
To hinder any response from the spirit of sin,
Once bigotry of female slavery, it is won.
Half of humanity slavery, persecuted for fun.
Sin is where; hypocrisy rules the king’s knights.
Sin was said to begin upon the end of day light.
Eve’s darkness arrives and blackens my sight.
Is it true blindness that enrages all to fight?
Darkness abounded me upon this forth night.
Is this just evil running, before the daylight?
Who knows the illness, which afflicts us all?
Where should we go to receive or just fall?
Existence has many questions for any call.
Future slavery, different ways and our decent,
Slavery of discontent is this all that is meant.
Peace and comfort are these just a lie.
Peace and comfort with joy to try.
With a swift scent new, upon the coming morn,
Darkness abruptly engages with many to scorn