June 14, 2012

 

 

Patience paved the way but

prompt action saved the day

The vulnerability in the balance

can be the price we pay.

 

 

June 12, 2012

 

 

I can now stare up at the window

where, once you waved me goodbye.

 

I can now visit shops we frequented

without a tear in my eye.

 

I can now pick up your recipe book

and copy your rhubarb pie.

 

But can I go a day without missing you?

Have you ever known me to lie?

 

 

 

 

 

There’s birth and there’s death,

and in the middle is

uncertainty.

 

 

 

 

Do not fear tomorrow

Just peacefully rest your head,

and sleep until the morning is with you

Then happily dance out of bed.

 

Feeling refreshed and invigorated,

like a nymph, swinging on a gossamer thread

Let your anxieties and cares go windward

and choose the positive route instead.

 

‘Life’s gone in a flash’, old folk’s tell us.

We shrug our shoulders and think, ‘Oh, Get real’

But before we know it, another decade has gone,

and we begin to know how they feel.

 

So do not fear tomorrow

Every second is priceless, be told.

Make all of your time count for something

There’s more to life than a pot of gold.

 

 

 

 

Lust and all it’s aggravation

The dark side of the mind

I could fill a thousand rivers

With the tears for you, I’ve pined.

 

 

 

 

With the question of why, never answered

Endless conclusions all seem too real

As fact and fiction merge into each other

The Press, out of it, make a meal.

 

 

 

 

 

Sorry, did you just say sorry?

Well that makes two of us, in actual fact.

Worried, did you just say worried?

No, only one of us, with pain is racked.

 

 

 

 

When flesh is no longer touchable,

and air kisses have blown out to sea.

The memory of you will still linger,

forever in the heart of me.

 

 

 

 

In the end it did manifest itself.

Like a gurgling zit, out came the puss.

Until they reached the core of the matter

Then put behind them, the terrible fuss.

 

 

 

 

Bit’s and bob’s of nothingness

arranged daintily around the plate.

Microscopic innuendo,

can SO infuriate.

 

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