in this short life that I'll live.
Barry Pietrantonio

There are a few things I'll never forget,
in this short life that I'll live.
People come and people go,
so give them all the love you have to give.

Some faces will never fade away,
they'll be stained into my memory.
My mistakes taught me many lessons,
and those lessons I learned will follow me.

Give and you shall receive,
or just give because it's the right thing to do.
They say you come before anyone else,
but sometimes it's nice to put someone before you.

And when the world is putting you down,
turn that frown upside down, someone loves you.
Who exactly may be a mystery,
but that mystery is what makes this life so cool.

I lived for such a long time,
thinking I was the only one in pain.
Turns out I'm not all alone,
there are others playing the same game.

And if I could do it all over,
I'd break out of these chains and run free.
There are no boundaries to the mind,
the sky is the limit, so be who you wanna be.

This life is amazing.
This life is a beautiful thing.

Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
#life  
Fluttering down to new life on the other side of time.
life nomadic
life nomadic
Dec 13, 2012      Dec 15, 2012

A Serotinous Pine there,
Where winter snows soak into thirsty soil but relentless summer sun bakes motionless
Every plant a tinder held close to conflagration,
in a season's Russian roulette of forest fire.
This pine seals precious seed away from every spring’s promise,
lest burning destroys every one.
Only searing heat during torched consumption triggers the last gentle act,
At the knife’s edge of apocalypse itself,
opening cones of seeds.
Fluttering down to new life on the other side of time.
Tiny bright green amid black ashes.

Swimming Penguins
Birds evolved to fly in ocean.
Wings to flippers, feet stepping clumsily from water.
Yet eggs must still nest, their babies still breathe.
Safety is the very precipice of existence, on bitter ice at 60 below,
Sheltering their young clustered from blistering winds,
fasting from sustenance,
While heaven’s glorious Aurora flame silently over their winter dreams.

So what then are we, on This Earth?
Cerebral Creatures, Storytelling Animals.
Minds created to sense spiritual constructs.
Living is the method of our creation,
Sheltering each other from inherited trials
With contrived joys and sufferings distracting each other
from the soul freezing fearful cold of the Empty Void
And consuming fire of electric chaos.
In the End, our sacrificing gift for our children
is God.

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(part 1 of 2)  The next one is called This Earth, This Life Finished
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Copyright © 2012 Anna Honda. All Rights Reserved.
Fluttering down to new life on the other side of time.
life nomadic
life nomadic
Jan 1, 2013      Jan 1, 2013

A moment is never singular, exactly;
nothing on This Earth lasts, obviously.
Yet People still search to locate a focal point,
identify the axis, ground the spar tree.
Molecules have been examined down to Music;
infinite harmonies taking perceived shape,
Each element ever-changing as our senses are tuned.
Particles are waves of color, our own hand turning the kaleidoscope.

But our mind's-eye has been clouded;
Selfish fear of inconvenience escalating,
leading us all to the cliff of catastrophe.
Inching feet-forward hover over black air;  the void right there.
Regretful feet-backward discover lost ground,  toes grasped by gravity into falling gravel.
Stilled to painful awareness, but at least to finally see

Ancient Sequoia,
giants rooted in misty epochs,
wizened moss-covered faces sleepily meditating
under their own constellations turning.
We hated their shadows, felled them for the void, stole their place in the heartbroken sun.
Our vain history in tiny arrows obscures their rings of years like graffiti.
But in the hushed forest remaining, sheltering treasured few seedlings 6 inches tall,
One breath in lasts a season; one breath out purifies the years
with timeless patience for you as well.

There's no need to hurry;
wishes already happened when they are dreamed.
time was measured to distract.


A Humpback Whale arrives to calve in sanctuary’s dawn.
Still water, then her nose appearing,
then her monumental presence rising like a building;
then her entire whaleness levitating on her tail for a moment in our thin world.
Only faithful joy has that kind of power.
Then arching to fly,
and slamming, bursting, the surface for the generations to hear and feel.
She fills an ocean with her soul, a year with one song.
She is alive today, escaping slaughter
After swimming through the blood of her family spilled by our grandfather's harpoons,
Even with all the seas poisoned and starving,
Swim in the echoes of her call; she loves completely.


Keep no tally from the intangible past,
forgiving is possible.


Swimming Penguins
Birds evolved to fly in ocean.
Wings to flippers, feet stepping clumsily from water.
Yet eggs must still nest, their babies still breathe.
Safety is the very precipice of existence, on bitter ice at 60 below,
Sheltering their young clustered from blistering winds,
fasting from sustenance,
While heaven’s glorious Aurora flame silently over their winter dreams.

Extremes reveal the Sacred, but we’re confused.
Fear mistakenly chained with control; but both dissipate with acceptance.


A Serotinous Pine there,
Where winter snows soak into thirsty soil but relentless summer sun bakes motionless
Every plant a tinder held close to conflagration,
in a season's Russian roulette of forest fire.
This pine seals precious seed away from every spring’s promise,
lest burning destroys every one.
Only searing heat during torched consumption triggers the last gentle act,
At the knife’s edge of death itself,
opening cones of seeds.
Fluttering down to new life on the other side of time.
Tiny bright green amid black ashes.

This apocalypse was our contrivance, but so is the word.
Beginning of the End or End of the beginning, all the same.


So what then are we, on This Earth?
Cerebral Creatures, Storytelling Animals,
Minds created to sense spiritual constructs.
Living is the method of our creation,
Sheltering each other from inherited trials
With contrived joys and sufferings distracting each other
From the abyss both sides:
Soul freezing fearful cold of the Empty Void and consuming fire of Electric Chaos.

In the End, our sacrificing gift,  greater than ourselves,
for our children,
is God.

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I already wrote this in two parts, but I've been working on and revising them to bring them together better.
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Copyright © 2012 Anna Honda. All Rights Reserved.
Life has ups and downs.
Margaret Joan

Life has ups and downs.
Never knowing where you'll end up.
You can feel that something will happen soon, but what?
People never know untl it happens.
So dont try or beg God to tell.
Live one, or you will never know what the future holds.

Dont waste your time being ssd, you will regret it later.
#life   #liveon  
during life,
Cade
Cade
Apr 13

A thought,
unseen,
a whisper,
in the night,

A mind,
unused,
a tragedy,
not known,

A heart,
not whole,
a crack,
in the glass,

A soul,
made dull,
by wearing,
during life,

#life   #existence  

Is
Entropy

25 March 2014 - The Cake is too...
#life   #cake   #entropy  
Harkaran
Harkaran
Mar 31      Apr 1

We all have dreams
And we all forget them
We all meet people
We can't say we met them

#love   #dream   #short   #life  
But he doesn't need to fill his life,
Nina Harris
Nina Harris
1 day ago

Her glass was half full,
She may soon sway down, hell so many ways,
Spill it and loose it All and
Want more, miss the brim, and
Not see the limit, and
Be forever in anxiety and all
Whatever, she needs, has, seems just,

But he doesn't need to fill his life,
just to loose it,
He has glaciers in his glass half empty,
Just the tip of an iceberg, his ego, his happiness,
Consistency, even if in emptiness,
Surprise in new pains - poverty in not just in the mind.
A tough, thin layer of ice keeps his all,
Till the sound of that horn breaks the surface.

#life  

When teasing fate
Becomes cliché

We live our lives
In ire to waste

We receive everything we’ve thought
Everything we’ve secretly wished for

Trying to break through,
Through death's door

It might be barred
From the other side
But I’m not sure

#suicide   #life   #death   #lyrics   #fate   #emotional   #monotony  
*A tomato thinking about life*
A tomato thinking about life

Considering the tomatoes
Sunshine turns the grapes to wine
We have 27 tomatoes standing in a line
Waiting to be burnt and blushing to the sun

But too much sunshine makes me taste too sweet
But if I jump now I will lose my green feet
You have got to be mature enough to be squeezed
To juicy sour and loosely sweet

For I am a tomato,
A tomato thinking about life

 
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