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Once on a tranquil day in May
When all was said and done.
We should have forced ourselves to " let it die"
For no one could have won.
Most things are better left to lay
To rot like old shoe leather.
For at the end of the day the loss of
a friend will make one feel no better.
So " let it die " let it go by way,
of the bright yellow orange setting sun.
Its a burden to carry if only we tarry,
Taking us one by one.
So what ever we do, always be true
As life makes us stand tougher.
"Let it die " i say, its better that way
For the anxiety will make us to suffer.
Copyright © Ray Zottola | Year Posted 2022
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Imagine!
" Kind Words", revealed as piercing bands
of sunlight gently melting mist of morning dew.
Shredded strands of light appear blazing
through leaves blanketing forest deep.
Restrain bitter words that deny
the flourishing seed to yield its return.
Observe, we are better
when "Kind Words" are spoken.
When, from a painful sobering voice,
the soul beckons for repose.
No respect returned to break the moment in.
for where is the glory in it?
"Kind Words" cleanse!
Glory won in a word of kindness spoken.
Life, though as short as a breath,
needs no hand to uproot or wrest.
To labor upon ones crowded faults,
proves a shackle to blissful results.
"Kind Words", a gift for thee!
Copyright © Ray Zottola | Year Posted 2025
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Time has shewn his face, but free
A date the waiting soul to be.
Upon thy bed he lay barbed to the sky
She wonders if it's time to say goodbye.
His finger folds a curl on her hand
It's if as though both two should understand.
One last look his eyes bid to a view
Her loving face he'll miss by morning dew.
Sleep my love the whispering voice he hears
And finally with eyes closed, life disappears.
Copyright © Ray Zottola | Year Posted 2023
Copyright © Ray Zottola | Year Posted 2025
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Preface: " To see what others see in us is the greatest learning experience and the beginning of wisdom".
I see you and you see me
Ah how perfect it would be if you could only see you the way I do.
Although the eyes see, it is my soul that see you the way I do.
The eyes play a part as does the heart,
The ears can hear unable to make clear
Yet, it is the soul that brings this to bear.
I see you and you see me
Ah how perfect it would be if I could only see me the way you do.
Although the eyes see, it is your soul that sees me the way you do.
If we could only see ourselves through the soul of someone else
We would surely come to know how we truly are.
There is nothing so revealing as seeing oneself
Through the eyes of the soul of someone else.
Copyright © Ray Zottola | Year Posted 2020
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I ended a life just like that.
It was the tiniest of creatures
Scurrying across my arm.
I didn't mean to do it, it happened
Just that fast.
And after the deed was done, I reflected.
I felt an immediate loss. Brushing it away
I muttered to myself. I didn't want to do it.
It was a knee-jerk reaction, a human
Response .
As I have grown in spirit I have come to
realize that all of life is precious no matter
and we all just want to survive.
Copyright © Ray Zottola | Year Posted 2022
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Things have changed.
Aint like they use to be.
Our lives have come between us
What more can I believe.
Won't tell me what you're thinking
Don't tell me its ok.
The thing you are avoiding
Has made me feel this way.
You need to talk to me
Tell me that you care
The little things, you do, but
There's one that can't compare.
Talk to me
Don't just tell me what to do.
The little things are sweet, but
There's more for me and you.
You know just what I'm saying
You know that I know too.
Don't let our lives mislead us
There's more that we can do.
You need to talk to me
Look into my eyes.
We can be so much better. If you realize. (that)
You need to talk to me
Tell me that you care
The little things you do, but there's one that can't compare.
Talk to me...share with me, care with me....
Copyright © Ray Zottola | Year Posted 2022
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How do you get to there from here
How do you wrest the untouched fear.
Why you just put one foot in front of the other
And never look to the rear.
Its just a matter of time they say
One step is further than none.
Before you know it, you're way ahead
of the place You once begun.
How do you get to there from here
No one surely knows,
As the best in life is on the road
That no one often goes.
Copyright © Ray Zottola | Year Posted 2020
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There's always time enough,
but never enough time.
What do I do no matter the cost
What is the value of the time I've lost ?
Time is not a thing to waste
As I've clearly come to face
I do some things and then some more,
But neer keep up the pace.
Let me fill this space that I call time
With Nobel deeds of grand design
Small or large maybe sublime,
But surely not a waste of time.
The most precious thing in life seems clear
It's lost time not possessions that I most fear.
So now I plan to manage mine
And pray it's not a waste of time
Copyright © Ray Zottola | Year Posted 2020
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Stepped on a cheerio
Heard a Crunch!
Slipped off a treadmill
Seemed like a punch!
Saw Mr. Alligator
Munch his Lunch!
Hit my head in the elevator
OUCH !
Copyright © Ray Zottola | Year Posted 2023
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Is there anything you like about me now
Must I work to make it so?
Can't do that so much, I know.
Is there anything you like about me now?
Time passed, my unconscious dispositions abound,
True self to bear.
Blinded by what familiarity breeds
You know me only to well you see.
I see contempt, you see me.
Remember,
The days when love was pure,
Just fun and jubilantly physical?
Where exactly did it go?
Lost, yes. Forgotten, no!
Etched away as sand on a shore,
Love drifted O're.
Translucent, hardly distinguishable.
What ever happened to love?
Trying is so so hard.
Is there anything you like about me now?
These days I just don't know.
Im still here.
Hello! Hello!
Copyright © Ray Zottola | Year Posted 2020
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