Tag Archives: Past

An Abandoned Chair

An empty seat, no need for dispair
Though it may happen to be a chair.
That is meant for one to learn in,
Twist and turn and thoughts to burn in.
One may question, one may wonder
How is our future torn asunder?
When there is no one there to learn,
In that chair, to feel concern.
When forgotten is the reason we
Remember the past and all we’ve seen.
It is found abandoned, this empty seat,
And found flatlined is the minds heartbeat.
No need is felt, no drive to know,
Where does the shadow on the future go?
And tragedy will seize the day when an empty chair, in an empty class,
In an empty school, is all of what lasts.

Banish Ignorance

A calling unto deep dreams, musings.
A thought in the past consuming.
No profit gained but still they search for this.
Unforseen consequence transpires.
Everyone here who has conspired
Loses what little left they had of ignorant bliss.
Yet bliss they never meant to hold,
Ignorance they meant to banish so,
Cast aside was their selfish bliss and painful knowledge ensued.
To prepare for the future and learn from the past.
Where others seeks what rust, we what lasts,
With what moths cannot eat nor thieves steal, we’re imbrued.

Writing on the Wall

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All of the dark memories on the wall
Tell of a story long past, she cannot.
She has seen the pieces and watched them fall,
She’s jealous of those able, who forgot.
Want for tokens unwanted, expired.
Seeking ways to leave the past to the past,
This mausoleum she would retire,
Were these memories from her mind not cast.
She sees the hand, on the wall is writing,
Taken as inevitable and bad.
With these thoughts she is constantly fighting,
She lost. Her life eternal isn’t sad.
Were I to disagree, some would concur,
Though who’s to say the writing was for her?

The Pasts’ Path

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For dancing in the sunlight, nothing I’ll acquire
And twirling in the rain slowly I’ll expire.
For failure after failure haunting me
And past the fog I’d often not care to see.
Though expired, I felt at home in the rain.
Though spent, I felt in daylight I found my gain.
But sitting in the sunny rain I find,
There’s nothing quite like this kind,
Of living and time passing.
In spite of this shadow I’m casting.
I’ll stand up and see the city past the lights
And with the past, Its path I must go down, I’ll not fight

Was And Will Be

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What was and what will be are no concern of mine.
It is some plan left up to the divine.
The time given me, slowly is it spent,
Not always wisely. In any case it’s merely lent.
What is beyond me, beyond my strength to change,
Isn’t what I dwell upon, from this no profit gained.
From the past no profit, much less the future,
Like the wound it is the past I’ll suture,
And stay there no longer, however nice a place to see.
Worry and stress I’ll simply cast aside.
The present and mine is the home I’ll remain inside.