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A Simple Life

If only life were as simple as the rising sun and the setting moon
The cold of winter and the early spring bloom
If life were so simple, the growing of grass would be an event;
The rain from the sky, heaven sent
Imagine a life where we’re born to live
Where we live to love
And learn to accept the inevitability of death
The unavoidability of drawing that last breath
A simple life where fate and fantasy work hand and hand
No 9-5; No Rush; No demands
But life isn’t simple like the late night calling of a bird
Or writing letters to form a word
It’s a complex enigma of contradictions, fallacies, and convictions
A mixture of death by design and death for no reason
It’s a combination of cheating, stealing, dealing, lying, crying, dying
Trying anything to get by; anything to survive
Mind and body trapped in the mindset of our surroundings
Trapped in the fabricated lies and stereotypes of those who tell us who to be
How to act? How to live? What’s wrong? Who’s right?
There are endless philosophers, professors, and professionals who try to offer 
insight
But who tells them if their right?
Centuries show that no one really knows the secret truths about life
Not the pains and pressures
Not the garbage or treasures
But the simple complexities of our euphoric pleasures
The simple joy that only comes in small doses and measures
If only life were as simple as the cool autumn breeze
The delicate blossoms on the trees
If life were so simple would there be joy in nothing?
Or does the pain before the pleasure make complex simplicity everything?
If only life were simple

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First Kiss

The awkward walks
The random talks

The playful tickles
Goofy giggles

Eyes lock
The laughter stops

Nerves and anticipation
Sweaty palms and light headed sensations

Bodies brush
Blood begins to rush

One deep breath; then two
Minds contemplating what to do

One moves forward 
Another inward

Now a whisper apart
Mind at the ready; body waiting to start

Hearts racing faster
Will this be a memorable event or a devastating disaster?

Mind and body in constant contradiction
Mind shouts don’t move too fast; body longs for the sensation

The trembling begins
A battle between body and mind; body wins

Now all those events have led up to this
A moment just before that one first kiss

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Fear of Failure

Dead dreams and buried hopes form a graveyard in my mind
The souls of goals unfinished cry out in torment
As I walk with my head down
Eyes averted 
Not daring to look at the shattered face of fantasies
Or meet the damning stare of possibilities
Guilt is a heavy cloud of rain ready to pour out its grief
Torrents of emotions cloud my senses as I try to escape
I try to emancipate my mind from this psychological deterrent
This blockade of doubt that harasses my unconscious mind
I try to run from the inescapable 
But fear has me frozen in my tracks
It’s coming closer and closer
Failure is breathing down my back
Its breath chills the skin of my endurance
It has me quitting before I begin 
I’m scared to turn around 
But I am bound by survival to take a chance
To turn around and glance at the fears that haunt me
The dilemmas of indecision that taunt me
Standing stagnate would be suicidal
I’ve wasted so much time already by standing idle
Making my move I look toward the eastern horizon
Rays of hope begin peeking through the peaks of disaster
Burning bright and filling my soul with determination
Opening my eyes I look into the failure’s face
No longer afraid; No longer frozen
I set off towards the hills of destiny at a steady pace

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Unknown Love

When you look at me; what do you see?
Is it an apparition of a lonely soul?
Or is it really me; the only person you fail to see?

When I walk by are you looking at me or through me?
Don’t you see me?
Can’t you feel me?
Do you even hear me?

Or maybe my voice is just a soft whisper in the wind
A sad song someone sings that doesn’t have an end

Will you miss me when I leave?
Or is that vision something too trivial to perceive?

Did you know my heart beats wild when I think you look my way?
You must have felt something cause you always look away

Oh to be touched, to be held, to be loved by you
Your heart touching mine and my soul renewed

A touch of love, a tender kiss
Just a moment with you could keep me in a state of endless bliss

My heart aches more with the birth of each new day
My mind reels with thoughts of today being the day you turn to me and say…
Something….Anything…please just make my day

I continue to pine for you…but nothing seems to go my way
Downing in a sea of hurt and pain;
I lie awake looking off into the horizon awaiting the birth of a new day

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Time

Time stuck in time
The tick, tick tock
60 seconds on the clock
Always moving
Never slowing, pausing or stopping
Time lapses time
Yours over mine
Those in front
Over those behind
But what if you could hit rewind
Go back and fix the problems you left behind
Change the sequence of events that put you here in the now
Disrupting, corrupting, and altering lives you’ve touched somehow
Would you take that chance or live with the regrets?
You know, the stuff you’d like to forget 
But time doesn’t rewind or fast forward 
It ticks its own tune
Never changing
Always aging
Adopting new eccentricities 
Denying immortality
Eventually your time within time will cease to exist
But time doesn’t stop
Not the tic nor the toc

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Love's Possibilities

Once again tears of confusion blind my vision
As I stand at the crossroads of my indecision

Which road to take?
Which way to go?
You’d think after all these years I’d already know

Should I hug the curves of familiarity?
Or free fall into a dimension of uncertainty?

My mind and body are weary
My disposition; dreary

Why? Why can’t I learn?
If you play with fire, why be surprised at a burn?

But this flame is so seductive, so captivating and new
My 3rd degree burns show once again how I played the fool

It delights and excites
It blinds and smothers
It reveals and covers

It has neither rhyme nor reason
It can find you at any time; during any season

It’s a dizzying light headed sensation, that leaves the mind reeling
It’s a complicated labyrinth of contradictory feelings

So why do I continue to be drawn by this siren’s call?
Will I gain everything from my experience or nothing at all?

You can fight it, push it or stall
But eventually you too will take the fall

So once again I stand at the crossroads of pain and pleasure
 At the crossroads of an unbearably cruel reality and my outlandish fantasies

As I inhale deeply, the winds of change sweep me off my feet 
Into the unknown void of unimaginable possibilities