TOO OFTEN

 

TOO OFTEN

 

Too often, there are deaths.

Too often, there are murders.

Too often, we stop and stare.

Too often, people look away.

Sad, but true.

Human nature possesses an evil side,

which tempts us each day.

Its flipside offers us a way to achieve

purer thoughts and good deeds.

Which path will lead to a better world?

Too often, we make the wrong choice.

IN THE RED

 

 

A beautiful fall day.

A pebbled path through the red.

I’ve come outside to play.

Fantasies flow through my head.

 

The leaves glitter red

Until the day turns dark.

I’m safe in my bed,

A red swirl in the park.

 

Rain pelts the park.

The wind cackles.

I flee in the dark

On raised hackles.

 

The path is gone.

Night has come too soon.

The path is gone.

Lost in the full moon.

 

VICTIMS OF OUR OWN INSECURITIES

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Are we victims of our own insecurities?

Our fears define us.

They limit us.

They push us onto the safest path.

The path with the least resistance.

We need to break free.

Shrug off our fears

And pursue life to the fullest.

MY SECRET

 

Pier

 

 

MY SECRET

Sprinkle my path with pretty leaves & flowers.

I want to look at water & not towers.

Colors to brighten my day.

A place where birds come to play.

I will walk to the end of the pier.

I’ll gaze into the depths without fear.

I will see fish swimming by.

Not monsters lurking nearby.

Time will pass slowly and must be savored.

Whoever comes this way will be favored.

I think it’s only prudent and fair

To share my secret with those who care.

SEA OF GOLD

fuckingbizarre:

Sea of Gold by Maciej Bartnicki on 500px

 

The sun sets

on glistening sand.

The ground splits open

to reveal a path.

Miles into the distance,

the path continues.

Through the mud,

you trudge.

Sinking into the muck,

you forge ahead.

Roadblocks or rocks

won’t deter you.

A crooked road it may be,

but follow it you must

until the bitter end.

THE ROAD TAKEN

 

Road Taken

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The road curves.

It straightens.

Past meadows.

Crowded cities.

Miles of pasture.

Windows open.

Wind rushing past.

Follow the birds.

Until the next town.

The next city.

The next stop.

Engine rumbles.

It dies.

Destination reached.

Time served.