Tag: time

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it is in a word, a phrase, expressed in silence when suddenly out loud, speaks to reality, speaks enough for one to hear, to listen, to wait for that moment, a suggestion of clarity, caught in a night sky, when only alone one might listen to the gentle breeze, a calm reminder of a life…

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If not for the power of greed, Have I been a loose cannon of need. – If only while our world crumbles beyond, We still might use laughter to carry on. – If well before the dawn of new civilization, Would we still use ignorance to define a nation. – If while this short time…

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We have these, call them, whatever you might preference at the moment. An epiphany, a catharsis, a smack in the face in expression, the reality of our lives. – Just when the seasons began to express their natural beauty, the leaves that decay to a certain brilliance, representing death and love all the same, Crisp…

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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…