Tag: time

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While we ran the backyards, the slow walk through the dandelions pollened by summer’s bees, we did think alone, the same way we, the same notions, we may have today, the same wonderment of the psychological nature, compels our being, causes our heart to swoon, allows for the time to stand still, we can all…

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When life begins we all depend on love A certain peace, a luxury above. All else that matters cries out loud to hear The blessed virtue of our calm so near. With heart and soul speak of tribulation For every breath gasp a solemn nation. The triggers of our psych’e common known Will always capture…

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If while our lives motor along, we could wonder about what might be real, if we might recall the vision, we recalled when wanting to wander, would we wish upon a clever clarity. – We wanted this, said to ourselves, while the skies blurred our memory, always positioning ourselves to carry on, to carry on,…

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When I was a child, crossing the street meant an afternoon, a forever setting, in a cloudless sky. It meant things attainable, like pebbles nearby a pond, we could jump in if we cared, smell like the seaweed and algae. – When I was a kid, the street no longer mattered, there were now tire…

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If while the world rotates, an axis always fluid, yet very much the same to the naked eye we stood alone for a time, would we fade into the soil, only regrading the vacancy of truth. – Perhaps I might still stand alone, though I’m thankful I can rely upon the eyes of her own…

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When all alone in the sweet sunrise of our mind, we have clarity,  see the truth, we know the other side, that place in the darkness, so often we might, choose to ignore for the sake of this serene aspect, perhaps ‘a drive’  – yet, it is in this now, I can feel you, touch…

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In a sudden state of conclusion, a confusion, an interruption of our ultimatum, we were in a stirring rendition, of love, of fun, of childhood, when simply in the notice of our soul catcher, we were told it is time to go home. – Now in the quiet of the day, when laying back in…

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My world turned upside down, This is meant to describe a privacy, Yet how do I hide pain, An open wound, Filters beyond the expression of a day. – I am a good man, I believe that to be true, I am willing to understand Yet so opposed, I’d rather be of all demand. –…

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I spoke of this lifestyle, this world, a free state of mind, a peace, brought upon my heart by the lush wood, the certain flavor of natural tones in a sunlit meadow, we create our own. – I once began to wonder how long, the summer might last, before the pangs of autumn and a…

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I have this desire, on occasion, walking along a street, an avenue of opportunity. I see a figure, another human being, I imagine them to be accountable, so when they leave my presence, return to their world, the intimate part of life, their words, their actions, their beliefs, might continue the pursuit of happiness. I’m…