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Come Into Your Own

It never is too late to start
Pursuing what you dream.
Listen closely to your heart...
Allow your mind to stream.
Do not let status or age
Instill crisis within you.
Successfully turning the page?
Only if you decide to.

All of us when we are younger
Wish that we could be
A certain someone - this, we hunger
For innocently.
Many of us follow through,
Becoming with ambition.
Life goes on for others who
Do not reach such fruition.

Time, effort, determination...
All of which are needed
Concerning a qualification
Being earned - succeeded.
When it comes to a career
And all of its deployments,
Necessary to hold near...
Your passions and enjoyments.

Caught up in our daily lives...
Succumbing to routine.
Suppression of ambitious thrives
Which go unheard, unseen.
Commonly, what was desired
Is lost or forgotten.
Their fruits from a tree inspired...
Now, fallen and rotten.

At any given time, this tree
Can produce and provide
More fruits, of which you are free
To choose in your decide.
Will you come into your own...
Take up what makes you clever?
To say the least, this much is known...
Better late than never.

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SAILOR FOR SALE

I am a sailor of my mind...
Up for sale, you will find.
Nights of voyage in my head.
Boarding ships of pink and red,
I bottle down in my unwind.

During the next day of dawning,
I am washed up in its morning...
On an island and its beach.
By nightfall, within my reach...
Another ship - as if respawning.

Of my wine, I do not whine...
Its prior vessels in a line.
Each was taken on with pleasure.
In search of some kind of treasure...
Something, someone, to call mine.

This sees me go through the motions
Within myself - upon the oceans.
Seven wonders and seven seas...
Wanders to discover these
Or any other hidden notions.

In the real world, still a sailor...
This, I am - and my own jailer.
The prisoner inside me streams
Successively in silent screams
Of want or even need for tailor.

There would be no second thought
In trading some port for support.
If I was exchanged devotion
From a newfound love, my potion...
Portioned at least - maybe nought.

Co-ordinates and their location...
Or some self co-ordination?
The rising waters of my storm.
Will I remain uniform
Or can I find a new sensation?

Someone special - such a friend
Could bring my sails to an end.
The two of us - two if by sea.
Perhaps this is destined for me
If I bring myself to transcend.

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THE EXCHANGERS

Here we are - both you and I...
Yet to ask each other why.
Why, that is, our combination
May result in conversation.
The two of us - complete strangers...
Potentially abled exchangers.
Upon more magnified inspect,
Do the two of us expect
More or less of first impression?
For now, this is unknown confession.

We verbally commence the meeting...
Extend our hands in formal greeting.
A confident and firm handshake
Suggesting what we each will take
When our talk comes to its closure...
Composure, or maybe exposure?
This is set aside for now
As who, what, where, when and how
Becomes the basis of our blog...
Communication - dialogue.

Underway now - that of which...
Our information, thick and rich
Is swapped without the need to smother...
Conversing - one to the other.
Throughout its course, I play detective...
Looking into your perspective.
The further our talking is travelled,
More of which we are unravelled.
Common interests, histories...
Perceptions, other mysteries.

I get to know of you much better
In person more than a letter
Could outline our situation
With its grammar and dictation.
Of our meeting in the present,
I view these moments as pleasant.
Our mutual respect is there...
This, we are both well aware.
Without the thought to criticize
Each other, we can summarise.

Here we are now - you and I...
In warm embrace of our goodbye.
We can say we are exchangers
Now more than previous strangers.
We took the time in our attempt
To not leave anything exempt.
More a fusion than confusion...
Our departures, the conclusion
Of a strong collaboration
Succeeded in its conversation.

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EVOLUTION OF MUSIC

Side A:

Players of an album made...
Vinyl, cassette, CD.
Audio output displayed
To ears of you and me.
Mono in the days of old
For output of a song.
Better mixing would unfold
When stereo came along.
Physicality was more
Abundant way back when.
One went to the music store
To buy albums - and then...

Side B:

...after years of being sold
In shops to you and me,
Music nowadays is told
And heard in MP3.
One's collection can be built
Online and through their phone.
Consider music as a quilt
With tracks together sewn.
Who would have visioned or thought
That since days of devices,
Artists can be streamed and bought
At reasonable prices?

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ERASER

Everybody has a past.
Everyone makes their mistakes.
But they are not there to last.
Time heals wounds that judgement makes.

Human, we are all only...
So it is safe assuming that
We can leave our errors lonely
At the drop of our said hat.

Pencils have their rubbers and
White out corrects our pen.
Backspace with a keyboard hand...
Now overrides back then.

There is a saying - that best cold...
Revenge served in its dish.
But then I think, when I grow old
Will this still be my wish?

Dwelling on my yesterday
Will not see me get anywhere.
All I can do is make my way
Using today to get me there.

When it comes to what has been
On those otherwise cloudy days,
Any storms that I have seen 
And lived through, my mind can erase.

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THE BEGINNING ENDS WHEN THE ENDING BEGINS

I see through you now, crystal-clear.

In the end I used you - then, you would use me. 
I was taken by you when you were taken by me. 

I kept taking you as you kept taking me.
You kept taking me as I kept taking you. 

You were taken by me when I was taken by you. 
I would use you - then, you used me in the end.

Crystal-clear, I see through you now.

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THE WEEKEND

Waiting all week for the weekend
To spend time with you, my friend.
Set for these forty-eight hours
To see what our freedom devours.

Exactly what will be in store?
Laughter, fun and so much more
Because there are so many ways
To make the most of these two days.

Working away the other five 
Towards when we can start to thrive
And enjoy such good companies
Of our friendships and families.

Moments which consist of these
Make up the forest for the trees.
So let us spin another tale
Before age sees us old and frail.

Time is precious - life is short
And goes so quickly, we are taught.
The weekend is one time as such
We can gather and keep in touch.

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ETIQUETTE

Established in our acts of greeting.
Found and sounded in a meeting.
Manners present, kindness sown.
Etiquette of which is shown
Throughout a standing or seating.

Extending common courtesy
Is most ideal for you and me.
As we converse and project,
Understanding and respect...
Mutual, they both should be.

Some folks have an attitude,
Seeing them come off as rude.
True that first impressions last...
Food for thought - spoken to cast
A fishing line inside a mood.

Questions which I ask of you...
Nowadays of at least two
Within a group, does etiquette
Play the part of a silhouette...
A shadow in itself, played through?

Sometimes seemingly forgotten,
Its techniques are doomed and rotten.
Some people serve this reminder.
Etiquette still plays a binder...
Mental candy to its cotton.

The simple use of a serviette.
Mindfulness of a cigarette.
Please and thank you go a long way.
The making of another's day
Could be complimentary yet.

Undergoing formal handshake.
Gratefulness in what we take.
Others' needs in front of yours.
The offering to open doors...
Sometimes, left ajar to make.

Avoid behaviour apprehensive.
Choice to not voice the offensive.
Proper usage prevents storms.
Demonstrated in its forms,
Etiquette is not expensive.

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ASTRONOMICAL BEINGS

Astronauts on an assignment.
Temporary, our confinement
In a rocketship of travel...
Above the earth to unravel
Planets out of their alignment.

Our past of conquering the moon...
My crew and I in our platoon.
With craters full of cavity
Amidst its zero gravity,
We returned home without maroon.

Within this endless field of stars...
Now, we bypass neighbouring Mars.
In the future - sometime, someday...
Sustainment of life in some way.
Visions as such - like flying cars.

Space missions, our occupation...
Solar system exploration.
Discovered - we are not alone
Inside this universe unknown...
We humans in our location.

As if the spheres within their spheres,
Uniqueness seperate from my peers.
Final frontiers, science fictions.
Outrageous in their depictions...
Impossible thoughts and their ideas.

Using my imagination...
Other worlds of fascination.
Presence of another being.
Fornication, I am seeing...
Fantasising procreation.

Soon extinct, the population...
Our connection - this salvation.
Movement within our set orbit.
Our extraction - we absorb it...
One such random situation.

Then, reality sinks back in...
And of my thoughts, a humble grin.
I wonder - endless, dark and cold...
The universe - what does it hold?
Comprehension cannot begin.

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X FACTOR

X factor which comes with ease...
All of us have one of these.
So what happens to be yours?
Found within you, its applause
Relying on you to appease.

Do not think yourself a freak...
This is what makes you unique.
Distinguishing you from the crowd...
Allowing you to stand tall - proud,
Regardless of form and physique.

A talent, skill or quality...
Sometimes a mix of the three.
Whatever is your prowess...
Evident when you express
Possession of ability.

Your X factor and its fill...
Obvious, or hidden still?
Whether confident or shy...
At the least, give it a try.
Likely, it will come at will.

If you struggle to display,
Practice makes perfect... they say.
Keep at it with your persistence.
Eventual in its existence...
Constant, consistent obey.

Remember also - this, they say...
Rome was not built in a day.
Time and effort mandatory
If you wish to tell your story...
Without these, it goes astray.

Everybody starts somewhere
Regarding what they have to bear.
In your somehow and some way,
Do not leave it to someday...
Act now without stop and stare.

Are you certain of your niche?
A piece of cake, or slice of quiche?
All that you can do is try it.
Otherwise, it may stay quiet...
Waiting for you to unleash.