I wish I could be the stars To be the guide that lead men home And my illumination give them inspiration to move on
I write a few lines Of poetry But, Like the others I too shall leave.
And like an insomniac I sit up Startled by the ethereal Quietude Staring at me
The dam crumbling, Still you continue, Every syllable a contradiction To what I view, Damn it, listen.
I’m sure there are people who hate Google, and I can live with that. I don’t know much about Google. I do “google” things but mostly I use Safari or Microsoft Edge. I still call it “googling.”
Moments passed. She spread her hands, arms outstretched. A helpless gesture of excuse me, what can I do?
I never expected anything too much from you..because for me, what and who you are is enough. I just don't understand, why it has to take time before we get the closure between us.
Fireworks back to life trees are remembered; decorated with lightening piece for the season has come.
Its smile glows incandescently Bringing life to the greenish lives The reign of darkness ends Could this be the said SUNRISE?
Like sheen of cloud-like fluff Gently touching the soles of my feet Its ethereal magic Falling silently upon me
People trek mountains out of love And watch stars and running bush camps. Don't call this time dark.
Hating that I let myself be used, But I thought you were my life’s muse, I’ll just have to forgive myself.