Common sense, once common indeed,
Now seems a forgotten human need.
We hurry through life with reckless force,
Placing the cart before the horse.
We seek the harvest before the seed,
Demanding success without the deed.
Racing ahead without thought or care,
Then wondering why progress isn't there.
Education fills the mind with facts,
Yet often neglects life's deeper acts.
Not teaching how to reason and think,
But leaving many on worry's brink.
For wisdom grows when minds reflect,
When consequences earn respect.
Every choice we make today
Shapes the paths we walk someday.
A thoughtful person understands
That truth is not held in one pair of hands.
Each circumstance has another side,
A lesson often pushed aside.
To move ahead, we first must see
What is, what was, and what can be.
For genuine progress, clear and true,
Begins with understanding what we do.
So let wisdom lead and haste take pause,
Let reason guide through life's great cause.
For the surest way to move ahead
Is to think before the path is tread.
Oh, reckless joy! The man sits barefoot in the long fire of his life. The man, who at times has been
shaken loose with God's embracing silence. He has howled at wisdom, intoxicated on Grace's red wine.
For whom but Divine could ever hang Stars, on nothing but thinnest of fishing line?
He shakes, pulls on a jug of fermentation; he has found no salvation.
An Angel nearby starts to cry.
Thinks, "Man can love a jug more than I.
The Angel sighed, and spoke, "I am right here"
When will Baz..Ben & their men ken..learn
Despite or to spite the "has beens" concern
Trouble to rubble only listen to their bubble
That Bazball trite shi*e they're always right
Be true to thine self.. the cover drive shelf
Lack that knack & gift to swiftly shift back
On pacy racy turfs where the conker surfs
Play it late and don't hit it on the up mate
Wafts of wishing fishing on the 5th stump
Down in the dump chump will then flump
Snag trumped by the ball that did rag jump
Nicked to slip or off the glove it did thump
Rascals debacles and wickets castled slump
Head more pizzazz..razzmattazz did gazump
Smoother purer surer bravura groover jazz
Baz did kowtow to an Aussie..now take a bow
OZ's wizard of the wood blizzard was that good
Y'all we should clearly really call it "TRAV or is that CHAV BALL !
I am poor but still want more.
I get a job but still want more.
I go to parties but still want more.
I buy everything but still want more.
I try a hobby but still want more.
I raise a family and don’t need more anymore.
in a reckless abandon, hordes of biutterflies
float playfully about the heath on spring noon without a care;
many lovers wish their hearts could be just as free!
what if what we had was temporary
a momentary glance of happiness
of freedom
of joy
of reckless youth
a time of love and carelessness
maybe that was where our memory is supposed to stay
maybe it wasn’t meant to continue on into this decade.
Maybe the sun never rose up again after it set that summer.
She stood beside him, vows once true,
a promise bright, then burned right through.
She wore his ring, she spoke his name,
but love to her was just a game.
I saw the distance in her eyes,
a quiet hunger wrapped in lies.
Smiles that never reached her face,
a heart already out of place.
She wanted more—what, I don’t know,
something reckless, something cold.
While he held on, she let go,
shattering him blow by blow.
And when the truth came crashing in,
I watched my brother break within.
His voice went quiet, his hands unsteady,
grief too heavy, heart not ready.
But it wasn’t just his loss to bear—
she left a silence everywhere.
She wasn’t just his—she was ours too,
a sister, a daughter, lost to someone new.
Now holidays don’t feel the same,
her absence laced with unspoken pain.
We give gifts and leave a space,
but never dare to say her name.
I wish I could hate her, wish I could forget,
but all I feel is deep regret.
Not just for him, not just for me,
but for the family she chose to leave.
Lingering emotions, restless thoughts,
Old memories haunting yet soft.
Fleeting time grasped in moments,
Echoes swirl of reckless promises.
Lingering emotions, empty stares,
Hollow heart , and soft regret
Staring at the ceiling there I sat ,
Hinting a regret of what could've been said
Lingering emotions, bittersweet disguise
Those deceiving eyes breathtaking lies
Every glance a hint ,a dare,yet
I am left wondering lost in the air
Lingering emotions unsaid questions
Endless possibilities questioning doubts
His words a web , an endless haze
He looks my way yet never stares.
Lingering emotions, a sweet passion,
Coffee eyes and a mesmerizing face.
A hope in his eyes, yet longing in mine
Glistening eyes as if stars intertwined.
Sugar spun words and an unsaid feeling
Lingering emotions and reckless promise
I don’t want us to be careful
For love itself is wild, untamed
Urging me to make it unforgettable
Because love was never meant to be safe.
We spend our nights on the backyard grass
Clad in moonlight, drinking till dawn
Partying all night long, letting our guard
Lost in the freedom that only love can give.
She kisses me endlessly in her car
Without a hint of fear, no holding back.
She writes me sweet poems
Plays with my body, just for fun.
No whispers, no words, just pure sensation
Telling the world we are in love.
A kiss lingers on the edge of my lips
A wink, a grin, a hug from behind
Her touch, reckless yet tender
Reminding me love is best lived without caution.
In the Movie
" lausia Seek Who Ah"
a Damesel in distress and her lover
are in a cave tied to the wall
with gold chaiins.
The woman loosenes herself
from the chains and stands
before her lover. Before they
could speak a Dark Bearded top hat
wearing man in a black cape
and tight pants appeared.
The woman began saying
"leave him be: you fouled person"
the Cape wearing guy began
laughing: "ha:ha:ha< you
refuse to tell him.
the golden chained hero guy
say's tell me what.
"Ha:Ha:ha!" She is my lover
you stocky freak
who's Disk Funk Cional and
seeks love in vain.
Pasion, he spoke bring yourself to me.
She stood and looked around and
staring the guy in the
face she walked to the cape wear villan
to stand beside him.
Kiss me might he crumble
in dispair.
She kissed him, and said
to thehero type pperson,
might you crumble that I
have not what you need
to be your lover.
"Ha,ha,ha" the villan spoke
and now she is my
vecson, might we be
vile together!"
the girls were all gooey eyed over him
he was a handsome man with ginger hair
an artist, living his own truths
reckless, fearless, a bad boy
Vincent van Gogh
Our unsung slurs fill the night air,
blurred words become a make out song;
All the careless talk was too strong;
Your hands like flowers in my hair
I feel just like a millionaire;
Here and now is where I belong,
our unsung slurs;
Reckless conversations declare
what we have denied all along;
Star crossed and so very headstrong;
It’s like cuss words mixed with fanfare,
our unsung slurs.
Can love so great and cherishable ,
be showered upon me so recklessly .
How unconditional and indescribable,
are the deeds of it .
Seeing not my past ,
nor dealing according to deeds.
Can love be so reckless and soothing .
Rejected and scorned by the ones He loved ,
yet He continued .
How great is the story of the lover,
and His reckless love .
They told me that I
murdered you,
placed you on side of roads
naked, broken in two.
My heart leaped, each morning
I woke without you by my side.
When I was able to glance in
steady mirrors, and saw no
more of you
A smile shone across my face.
I am different, no worries
For I will be victorious.
They say that I have freed myself.
No more will your face taunt
my restless nights
No more will my mind give way
to sinister games.
At night when I turn over,
I leap for joy for I can not see
your face.
When words are spoken and an echo isnt granted
I sigh with ease.
I was different, no troubles
My life seemed to of changed
I wake with fear in my soul
No
Please NO!!
My knees buckled from anchored
ships weighed upon them.
When day turns to night...
In horror stands this merciless
being bearing
deep into my soul.
I hear an echo..
In desperation, I claw at this
unrelenting image, inflicting pain,
in hopes it disappears.
Only to hear her laugh
as crimson rain
streams down my face.
Cold-blooded image whispers...
I WILL NEVER LET YOU CHANGE.
You've been reckless
like a marsh fever
You've got the infamy
Did you really need
that Hollywood look
Being with you
makes it hard
Your eyes of blue
are a culpable blame,
You gallivant around
Your furtive dream is over
The Sun is an aside
Solitary you run
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