REFLECTIONS

“Youth is wasted on the young”
The wise is old and feeble,
We are the extremes life promises,
The ends that never meet.

Take a dose of death,
I promise it is evenly shared.
And the Truth? 
It is not for the people.

Youth is wasted on the young.

Before the Sun’s Monsters

I am always better before 6 a.m.
Before the ringing voices
Before the monsters the sun drags in.
Before it starts.

I am always better before 6 a.m.
Always better before my grand recollection,
My ever-growing to-dos,
and yesterday's failed tasks.

Here we are again,
What is it with the morning that makes cocks uneasy?
A doodle here, a doodle there.
When does the despair break?

I should grow a pair and chase the other end of the sun,
I am always better before 6am,
Plans are what they are,
Dreams in sequence.

A Mother’s Lament: A Poem for Our Earth

In a world ravaged by strife,
Where Mother Earth bears the scars of life,
Her children stand, orphaned and forlorn,
In a future where hope is torn.

No inheritance awaits their grasp,
No legacy of abundance to clasp,
Only a world consumed by turmoil and dread,
Where blood flows freely and hope lies dead.

Mother Earth, she cries in silent pain,
Her body mauled, her essence drained,
Plundered by those who seek her gain,
Her wounds scorched, leaving an endless stain.

Her children watch, their hearts aghast,
As Earth boils, her spirit surpassed,
They watch their mother, their life's embrace,
Succumb to destruction's ruthless chase.

In her passing, their lives entwined,
A shared destiny, a fate defined,
As Earth fades, so too shall they,
In a world where darkness holds sway.

This poem echoes a mournful plea,
For humanity to set its spirit free,
To cherish Earth, her gifts so grand,
And nurture life with an outstretched hand.

Let us mend the wounds we've caused,
Before all hope is forever lost,
For Earth is our mother, our sacred home,
And her well-being is never alone.

Hope’s Boulevard

Hope the winds cast you on the shores of sandy dreams.

I hope the sunlight embraces you with warm kisses.

I hope it is my voice you hear when you wake.

I hope you kiss my lips when it touches yours.

I hope my heartbeat syncs with yours in perfect harmony.

I hope my hope matches yours.

I hope your palms hold mine.

I hope this finds you and stays with you.

I hope fate seals this.

I stand on Hope’s Boulevard.

As my hope comes to pass.

For my heart is no longer mine.

Nobody Truly Knows What Others Are Going Through

So you’ve experienced it, read about it, written about it or probably going through it and have a perfect understanding of the sequence, impact, pattern, and whatnot? Put that aside, nobody truly knows what others are going through. Continue reading Nobody Truly Knows What Others Are Going Through