A piece of advice, I offer you with care,
Live life, don't let it vanish in thin air.
Don't spend your precious moments, all in vain,
Just working, toiling, enduring endless pain.
For in a heartbeat, they can let you go,
Replace your efforts, watch your spirit slow.
Instead, go travel, see the world unfold,
The vibrant cultures, stories yet untold.
Explore the mountains, kiss the ocean breeze,
Discover nature's breathtaking tapestries.
And most of all, let love be your guiding light,
Tell those you cherish, morning, noon, and night.
Spend precious moments, laughter in the air,
With those you hold dear, show how much you care.
For time, it marches onward, ever fast,
And before you know it, youth will be surpassed.
You too will find, the silver in your hair,
The gentle wisdom, of a life well-spent with care.
So heed this counsel, let it be your guide,
Live life, embrace it, with nothing left to hide.
Lucky, we are, when safe and warm,
far from a calamitous storm,
but, in danger, we say a prayer,
seeking out that special one,
hoping she is there,
"We're slow. We can't outrun.
Please show us the sun.
Don't vanish in thin air."
While I am blessed with many a friend,
in hard times, I can depend
on them, but in the end,
when troubles are too great,
and I see the black swan,
and heaven's gate,
and all my hope is gone,
I put my faith upon
my lady, Fate.
Nested in the cat’s cradle
Paraded in a child’s fable
I have no voice, don’t let me die
No longer shall I live a lie
I have no soul nor thoughts to save
Unbeknownst to me is
this life beyond the grave?
A designer dainty as she
silky essence she creeps upon so free
and with sheer elegance
unveils a painted lady in a trance
Wake me before the dream ends
In this a lie I can’t depend
Ochre paint splat on walls
Tinted forewings so not to fall
Hindwings I hold up in pain
Fragile chitin, scales, and veins
Bleeding strokes of mango chutney
Opera gloves cobalt blue, cloak impunity
Wake me up! Before I drop
Still asleep, a standing prop
And when I open my eyes
I’ll have wings like butterflies
The bitter truth sounds insane
Blends of electronic elements
Mesh makes perfect sense distasteful
Nestled neatly prim and graceful
Kept in the dark where it’s unfair
Wake me lest I vanish in thin air
In my dream a translucent permanence
I stand alone and have woken an evanescence
I held the dark night as my companion
Close to my chest
My jaw clenched
When they let me go
I just had my skin and my bones
To call home
Slowly it would decay,
with death
It was unsophisticated
To scream from my grave
I lay still
For stillness to take my soul away
For darkness to consume my breath
I prayed to vanish in thin air
But it was still
Every little thing
Waiting for me to sleep.
Though Canton claims it’s communist, it’s not.
Beijing, like Belarus, breeds oligarchs.
There’s nobody alive who’s heard of Marx:
a rickshaw ride’s the only kind of trot.
Seek Mensheviks in Minsk, you’ll end with squat.
In Kursk are cadres countable as quarks,
and proles in Petrograd? Like hunting snarks.
It’s Putin’s perestroika, not Pol Pot.
Why did the whole thing vanish in thin air?
Why’s Sputnik spat on? Why is red so square?
We needn’t be complacent in the West.
There’s lots to learn within the Warsaw Waltz
for, as a tool to scrutinise the faults
of Christian Capital Conquest, it’s the best!
Few Drops from the sky
Like to join a stream
May trickle down the earth
Or vanish in thin air
The journey of life
Know not where you land
Think not of the end
You may never begin
Dream to reach where
You want to end
Take the path
Fear not where you begin
I wish to be that drop
Herald the onset of rain
Seek not any gains
Soothe other’s inner pains
If not reach the goal I choose
I will be the road
Make doable for others
To reach my end
want you to love me like fresh flowers after a rainy day
like you would just vanish in thin air if i walked away
there is a love we share that is the unconditional version
everyday i want you to fall in love again
just so it will be like the first time we hugged again
can it just be like we more than friends
love be for adam bit the apple in the Garden of Eden
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