Seeds get planted according to season.
Timing is everything.
My eyes are puffy from crying over
Another misgiving.
Despair is like a disease
I can't escape.
I follow my calling, but I wonder if
Running on the treadmill
Is how time bleeds.
The treadmill moves under my feet.
It moves too fast.
I try to keep pace,
But my breath breaks first.
I collapse in tears,
Still moving nowhere.
Around and around
In this never-ending cycle.
Living each day filled with dread,
Chasing after something never attained.
My soul burns up,
Leading me into darkness.
No way out of this tunnel.
No light to see where I'm headed.
I know my past self.
She interferes with my present.
I tell myself to block her out,
But I can't run away from myself.
Reason does have a heart.
It has the smarts to show compassion.
Words of wisdom can wait.
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Bel canto
Her asking Suport- Part three
Somewhere they say
that you and I are together
somewhere they'll believe
that we are one
we found interest in us together
we're interested in
having fun
My true love
don't know we're together
If it goes Your way
we've just begun
I know ya'll get tired
of sounding blue
hearing song's about people
doing the things they do
Happiness is
of what you make it
Ones selfishness
is often selected
One things true
in a Lovers Obligation
Timing is everything
to not leave one waitin
Wait for Love
when ya'll know it's right
aint no love
when nothing right
seems I'm being
a little selfish
Most obvious
when you
feel neglected
While the sun sets for you
it rises for me, you are halfway
around the world, our differences
nights and days apart –
while I dreamed of
settling you dreamed of travel –
when you saw blue skies
I was tamped beneath the
overcast below –
"timing is everything"
in life, I have often heard...
and as the clock ticks
further down, I have begun to
wonder if even eternity will bring
any of us really closer together...?
Oh!~ I know, for I have also studied
The Scriptures, and our need for faith...
but I have also tasted the tea
unsweetened, and read the residue –
staining my heart with vivid images
of sustained separation
Though alone is never alone
when with God, I am reminded
but even Christ clung to His beloved
human company...
The tub is filled with
Blood
And
Purple hair dye
Staining the porcelain
I lay in the water
Drenching in the hues
Of red and blues
I see truth
In the lights along the river
Reflecting
Us
Our hands touch
But I don’t feel your hand
Like you don’t mine
An endless cold, glassy world
But there’s a small smitten of warmth
Passing through the transparent glass
Silent walks around the perimeter
Until there’s one noticeable shine
Gleaming into a kaleidoscope of colors
The jagged shards and cracks
Eventually made a tiny hole into the glass
We reach out
The shards biting
But the blood was somewhat
Warm and comforting
A small sliver of hope
A rush of wind kisses my ear
My hand automatically reaches out
A seed of faith
Blossoming into ardor
Patience is essential
Timing is everything
They say, and finally
I understand
Each day cannot get any better
The days are getting shorter
But the glass is getting clearer
It’s getting warmer
And I have nothing but belief
Unto the next spring
For the new flowers to blossom
Into a bouquet of adulation
Zelda, that tired old witch, she overslept
No surprise, with the late hours she kept
Panicked, Zelda grabbed her broom
Off to scare children she'd zoom
Stores sold out of 'B-r-e-w-m-e-t-h-a-n-o-l' ~ she wept
The entry of Divine words must be first,
because they always have the deepest meanings,
And they are able to quench our deepest thirst,
In spite of all our ailments and other misgivings
Many a time I heard it said, "Timing is everything",
And what better time than now to listen and give heed.
Today is cloudy, but we know not what tomorrow brings.
And we must remember, God made the roses from little seeds
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Deer crossing
Pulse quickens
There's one now
Drat it. Wasn't ready...
Deep breath
Good...Exhale
Again...Ready?
Ready!
Where are they?
Tension builds
Dang. Had to hiccup
Timing is everything
OK. Deep breath again
The old familiar drill
Hands are clammy
Settle down
Can't miss another chance
Steady now
Here come two
Pause
Aim
Shoot!
Got 'em!
Perfect photo!
The moon was full
Your lips were too
I nearly swooned
Anticipating you
Your perfume's scent
My senses bent
You moved, you swayed
My desire engaged
I reached for your heart
Then it all fell apart
I'd moved too fast
For unripened love to last
Timing is everything, the philosophers say
I'd picked the wrong time, a high price I'd paid
i started a painting
in black and white
and grey snuck in.
A bold move
would have been
to water color
the background blue.
Timing is everything
and then it's not
quite the same.
No cause or offense,
no defense,
colors get blurred,
awashed in blue.
A blue outlook.
Good always wins.
Your puppet needed
no introduction
into my painting.
No ping time outs
or socket errors.
The blue screen.
Grey is always shadowing
my painting
with half tones
and half-truths.
The absence of you
and the residue
of a good time.
Reptiles and fossils
troll the canvas.
I finished painting
yesterday.
Black and white
and grey snuck in.
A bold move would have been
to water color
the background blue.
Be quiet, listen.
Do you hear it?
I do.
The phantom pain of clocks
The hands of a sneak, collapsing
Second by minute by hour
Cutting my life shorter,
Making withdrawals from my life,
Tick/tock, tick/tock,
Soon to be forgotten, No
I will not,
Because timing is everything,
And this is one of those times.
A time when I cannot be timid,
Today is one of the precious few
All today's have to be accepted,
Exchanging what could be
For what has to be, life
My life, my destiny yearns
Growing strong for that brevity
While I breathe, I possess, I am.
They say timing is everything and baby is ours ever wrong,
But I'll do what I have always done and pretend to be strong.
My heart just doesn't understand this isn't meant to be,
Cause when we talk it's pure bliss, like you were put on earth for me.
So forgive me if the words I say are coming on too strong,
Cause my love for you just feels so good, how could it be wrong?
I pulled the trigger.
You melted in my hands.
Flowing like silver lava,
As hot as dragons breath.
You taught me many things.
How patience is a virtue,
Timing is everything,
And in life you will get burnt.
I stayed with you
Blinded by you power.
Breathing your breath.
Standing strong and
guiding you.
Alas, with all true loves
it had to end.
No fault of yours,
or even mine.
I still carry the marks
you left like some sort of
fallen warrior.
But they only remind
of pride not of pain.
Think before you speak
Finish what you start
Everything in moderation
Even moderation
Embellish for the pleasure of the listener
Presentation is ninety percent
Kneel to propose
Timing is everything
happy to comply
denial of humanity
what kind of game do you play?
what kind of vehicle does it drive?
never will this disappoint
What will you find, is it toxic
or alive?
Will it fall short of expectations?
Nameless woman in my hands now dies
Timing is everything and she won’t help
The horse I ride never goes inside
It sprays and it poisons
And it wires me till the end of the ride.
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