I recall a kiss from a long time ago;
but the feelings around it are gone;
for thoughts include feelings; even tho;
those feelings failed to live on.
How is it such feelings can dissipate;
for, they’ve disappeared in thin air.
Can’t they remain, that I can relate;
I was returning from work late one night;
down a dark, narrow country road.
A cat in the middle, lay dead, in my sight;
his eyes, looking up, simply glowed.
I avoided hitting him; I felt so sad;
poor little kitten; wasn’t meant to be.
His short life had
There are times in life we feel helpless;
when alone with no purpose learned;
and then it appears we are useless;
our future no longer discerned.
With no longer someone who needs me;
I feel much like a unwanted package;
I no more know what I’m meant to be;
The world had taken on an unusual feel;
it didn’t really seem to be there;
instead, it seemed to be almost surreal;
twas a reality devoid of where.
How could anything possibly matter;
all things; destined to be thin air?
Life had become about useless chatter;
played before others,
I saw a scene of spectacular beauty;
wondering if it was real.
It was like a scene from a movie;
that’s why it had such appeal.
Did such a place really exist;
or was it just a dream instead?
when I awoke, would it persist;
or, just like my
Scrapbooks collected and stacked high;
of lives, long gone and forgotten;
new generations keep wondering why;
some of them noble; some, rotten.
Lifetimes of memories gone to the grave;
what possibly could be their reasons?
Centuries of peoples did history enslave;
were they all to be lived for man’s
Always unleash the power of thought;
for words are such feeble expressions;
deep in the mind; the power of ought;
words are such poor confessions;
Words are silent shadows of thought;
thoughts affirm what’s deep inside;
words, whispering what they brought;
but depth of meaning, they hide.
Words are
…A soul was the seed that was planted;
it would come to fruition quite soon;
another new life, had been granted;
and emerged from its energy coccoon.
A child was born; but that wasn’t life;
for real life was concealed within;
born to accept all the joys and strife;
