And so we wait.
As time stands still
we hold our breath and wait.
The rising of the sun,
the disappearing of the moon,
life goes on as we wait.
The pendulum in motion.
Time passing that we will never see again
yet still we wait.
We let time run through our fingers
as if we didn’t know its value.
Like watching money burn.
Sometimes it’s the thing to do
but… soon enough comes the day
we recognize our folly.
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And so we wait.
As time stands still
we hold our breath and wait.
The rising of the sun,
the disappearing of the moon,
life goes on as we wait.
The pendulum in motion.
Time passing that we will never see again
yet still we wait.
We let time run through our fingers
as if we didn’t know its value.
Like watching money burn.
Sometimes it’s the thing to do
but… soon enough comes the day
we recognize our folly.
my heart has been yours
and you've left it stranded
lost forever
Lifelong searches
holding heart lit torches
left her stranded inside dark when
winds quelled the held flame while
sounding her name.
Each stranded in the kitchen cove
Gatekeeping my realities
Protecting your sanities
You see the water boil
and overflow
Blind to the faulty coils
deeper below
I’ll “take” my medication
You’ll “fake” your gratification
Both ignoring the broken stove
When my mom left me,
I felt like a balloon floating;
stranded and helpless,
but mom's strength taught- has been the key . . .
No signal on phone.
Car broke down where nobody goes.
No water have I.
Desert-parched - Lord - I’m so alone.
The tempest dins glass
where once a dawning face beamed
painted lips sipped tea
as the phone rings, plans and swells crash
Has autumn begun?
Stop, wild of passion still aflame
Lips lust for moon's trance
Stuck midway-- first kiss not won!
Your love flew wingless with the summer wind,
And left me stranded, hopeless, in a pit.
Alone I became too much for my mind,
With my love jailed by your self-written writ.
I was consumed by the flame of your rage,
Yet from the ashes, I arose anew.
I found a heart whose kindness could assuage,
And clean even a faintest thought of you.
Your cruelty bent me but couldn't break me,
I rode the distance on your stormy wave,
Till real love brave the storm to free me,
And polished my heart, making me feel brave.
Each fibre of my heart now flows with love,
At last, your wickedness has fallen through.
Joy walks with me, hand in hand, hand in glove,
Made whole by love thats's steadfast, strong and true.
Am I on an island launching bottles out to sea
beached at the waterline will someone rescue me
I'm drowning not waving as the boats go by
abandoned at high tide does anyone hear my cry
here am I sad to say writing messages in the sand
marooned a lonely castaway will somebody lend a hand
if I'm on an island will my ship come in
or has it run aground did it go down
with only thoughts of you to keep me alive
when will my ship ever arrive
here on an island sending signals from the shore
stranded high and dry will no one hear my call
found my freedom a big mistake I made
there's not another living soul around
loneliness the price I paid
and my tears are the only sound
if only my time I could rewind
but am I really on a deserted island
or is it only in my mind
Don’t add me to some country if you can
Affiliation of the small to something big
Is not my thing, I’m only what I am
Not greater than I was, and used to be
Don’t mix me with the current politicians
Do not expect that I would stage a coup
I was an artist but I lacked ambition
I do not paint since twenty twenty two
There are much better artists whose conception
Is in someway akin to realism
I don’t belong to that most popular direction
My art is something like anachronism
Nobody buys it anyway, and I can’t sell
The world appears more stupid every day
Dear Lord up there, can you stop this hell
This boring hell, with endless games to play
The devils part became way more expanded
Than it was meant to be in your dividing plan
Return me to my home, for here I’m stranded
Bring back to life my love and me again.
In Florida, Santa was found stranded,
All drivers grew wary of his white beard,
Yet, his gifts they had earlier demanded,
To everyone, he then looked somehow weird.
But soon came a driver dressed all in red,
Who believed that Santa was a spirit,
So, he slowly approached with a bowed head,
His problem, he believed he would solve it.
He was happy Santa rode in his car,
And they still remain best of friends this far.
That was an extraordinary Christmas eve for Santa to remember.
In colorful fancy wraps he packed all the gifts through the night,
loaded them on the sleigh until the dawn’s first sunlight shined,
when on snow-laid track the reindeer led by Rudolph charged.
After a while chilled breeze stopped flowing across Santa’s face,
warm winds blowing over palm trees and sands soon greeted him,
that turned in a twist of fate into a strong gust of steamy rainstorm.
He had gone off course, got stranded in Florida, found no way out.
Rudolph was confused, the reindeer stood still in the blinding rain,
but Santa had to move, he had gifts to give to the waiting children.
With magical flick of reins, he made the reindeer leap, the sleigh soar,
resumed his journey north to complete his job on white Christmas eve.
Traveling from Europe, Santa with his team had a pleasant time.
Temperature being below zero, he enjoyed the cool clime.
But on going to the South side of U.S, he felt, heat waves surround
So humid it was in Florida with a warm weather all day round.
The sultry heat of Key West and Miami made them so testy.
He and his team found Orlando in Florida so sweaty.
With sweltering heat, they were so badly smitten.
To make matters worse, Santa’s sleigh got broken.
Knowing this, the governor of state arranged to airlift them.
In parachutes, presents were lowered to appease children’s dream.
Thus, despite Santa being morbidly stranded in Florida,
The timely intervention of the govt. saved them from all neuralgia!
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