Category Archives: Life (or something like it)

Things to Consider


On a new path, I,
See here, potential. Good. Bad.
Things to consider.

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A Cold Gust

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Another wind swept plain,
Another day looks all the same.
A grey sky winds down this way,
A cold gust seems to say:
Darkness gives way to light
But never really goes away.

Reality Demands a Sacrifice

After all this time am I still awake?
Or am I still sleeping? One cannot know.
This a colored lens, anxieties take?
I don’t think it would make a difference so,
Our hours, what we perceive to be day,
Are spent towards the twilight leaning;
And what’s imagined to be night will say:
Rest. Awake. Do not spend all time dreaming.
Reality demands a sacrifice.
I will rise and in doing so procure
A dream that has enough blood to suffice.
What does the waking world hold that’s allure?
I will stay asleep and remember when,
Reality is a place I had been.

As Searchings Go


The searching’s slow,
As searchings go.
Moonrise does naught to slow
The ebb and flow
When one fails to find
What the shore has left behind.
Though who leaves who
When the waves leave first
And the shore remains to question you.
Alas the land that never goes
Here I stand and I shall see
If the sand shall go before me.
When washed away with the tide, we,
Become who we’re meant to be
And swimming back through the storm
To discover ourseleves waiting ashore.

She Doesn’t Know

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She doesn’t know that I have seen her scars and
I have spent sleepless nights wondering how she got them.
More than a road map to pain, her blue eyes hide the tears they say
And there will never come a day where I can ask about them.
Her world is upside down, and he is there beside her.
All Of her restless nights, he sings sleepily to her.
I can’t tell if she’s still cold, I watch outside of this window,
She’s upside down, does she know, that I will wait for her?
There is no secret why she always wears her long sleeves
They all know and look away, all of them but me.
We both have the same scars, I know their roots may be different,
It’s been a long time since we could be called innocent.
Maybe one day she’ll see me and maybe one day she won’t.
Just maybe she’ll see how each of us, were broke.

A Rock in the Tide


Each rolling wave, away it takes,
A different part, for its own sake.
Watching the tide come and go,
Watching the sand shift to and fro.
On my rock by the shore
I observe the sand.
Though I’m cold
I have no envy for the warm land.
On my rock I observe the ebb and flow.
Here I am safe
From where the tide decides to go.

A Burning of Roses

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Burning roses by the sea,
A fragrant smoke that all can see.

A child plays in the rising tide.
Its mother, her fears, in God doth confide.

A beautiful thing, burnt, no more.
Priceless lives we all adore.

Courage to go into the waves
Does nothing for one who waits on the shore.