Failing fidelity
arrogant - promise broken
A tiara of lily of the valley
The night with
- deceitful moonlight
Foxtrot is a dance for two
Sometimes things just don't turn out.
Sometimes things don't fit.
Just the way you hoped they would,
But don't get in a snit.
Try to make the best of things,
Just the way they are.
It may not be just perfect,
But for sure it's up to par.
You worked so hard, you did your best,
Left nothing up to chance;
But don't judge the day by what you reaped,
But by the seeds you plant.
If you plant smiles instead of frowns,
You're sure to get back cherries.
Plant some hugs and kisses,
And you'll get a bowl of berries;
But stomp and snort, plant anger,
Discord and irritation,
And you'll get back no sweets my friend,
Because you plant vexation.
If you plant dummy politicians
in the field of politics,
you will just feed on
decaying policy or corruption
the result is inevitable,
individual adaptation,
dramatic rises
in conspicuous consumption
social destruction,
and eruption,
the final stage,
reconstruction
If you sow seeds of kindness,
Then kindness is what you'll reap.
If you sow seeds of forgiveness,
You'll reap untroubled sleep.
If you sow seeds of anger,
of hatred or discontent,
You'll reap a crop of violence,
Discord and evil intent.
If you sow seeds of brotherly love,
Then love you will receive,
But if wickedness is what you sow,
Then wicked you will be.
The lesson here is pretty clear:
You reap just what you sow.
Therefore, strive to sow only good seeds,
And spread them wherever you go.
2/13/13
I regret the love I had for you,
I regret the plans I made for two.
I know I can never find someone like thee.
But all the pain you've given me.
Are all I'm left with my dear.
I'll just wait for the day when I'll watch you suffer.
You'll just reap what you sow.
You'll reap every pain row by row.
You don't have to wait.
That time won't be so late.
Planting the garden with all love and kindness
I kneel and bow my head in quiet contemplation
Reflecting on life passed,
already slipped through my fingers
Of times my soil was not tendered by such kindred hand
When minutes were short
and hours so fully crammed with business
I'd simply open my seeds regardless of consequence
and scatter aimlessly upon the land
Much that fell about me would wither, fall, or fail
For quality of moment did not matter,
meant little to me
Little I did would flourish
for it surely wasn't manned nor intended
No nurturing, no love, no care, no nothing
Yet now my precious moments surely stand
I learnt in time to find freedom in saying no,
gently taking back that
that was too freely given
To once more take hold of pallet and brush with artistic flair
That my own world could bloom in full colour and take a stance
So I could get a grip, a hold on all
To really know how to stamp my brand
For time stands still for no-one
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