There once was time to sit and spin
The dream without, the light within
When young ideals like creed and rote
Would wreathe their blue tobacco smoke!
When wine was certain at each sip
When answers leapt at every lip,
Such were the days, when we all knew
If we were asked, what we would do.
But life began to call us in
And time, as such, has grown so thin,
We rush to do the things we must
While dreams, ideals, are things of dust.
And soon we turn our backs on them
Those shadows that were once young men
Who never dreamt hypocrisy
Would spill their dreams, philosophy;
And rule them with a rod of steel
And teach them well how not to feel,
And lead them blindly through their days –
They spare no thought for younger ways.
And where that dream, ideal, that once
Was held to spell deliverance?
Well we might ask, and well we might;
It’s life, not death, puts out the light!
David Lewis Paget
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 6:06 PM UTC
I close my eyes
My heart swells
My chest feels tight
Breath in
Then I exhale
All the weight of a wish
And watch dandelion seeds
Rise
Like scattered dreams
And times gone by
Blowing in the wind
When will I see you again
Potential rests
In every grain
And prayers
Cover them in all love
And I'm hoping to
Walk along side them someday
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 5:23 PM UTC
Spring
Passing
Like a swarm of bees
A meloncholy change
Momentary sneeze
You wonder what's the buzz
The fuss
Where's the charm
That used to hold you captive
And had you so disarmed
Spring
Well, for a moment anyways
Daffodils, azaleas bloomed
Against the blues and grays
Of an overcast sky
A cold snap,
Then a freeze
That paralyzed the beauty
Beneath the bright green trees
And weeks passed by
And petals fell away
And color faded out
To just another day
But fortunately the dogwoods
Show up just then
You think the show's over
Then they come sweeping in
VSM '17
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 8:18 AM UTC
Life is finite and fragile
From the first resounding heartbeat
Till the last,
A miracle
Each thread spun together with another in tactile grace
Tangled lace
In bonds we either cherish or shake loose
Though it's not always either/or
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 7:43 AM UTC
If I could paint for you
A picture
If I could
Write it in a song
If I could
Fill you
Up with laughter
If I could
Be there when
Days are long
I would
Reveal the
Full spectrum
I would
Write you
A thousand songs
I would
Do anything to
Make you smile
And the entire ride
I'd stay along
And never tire
Of showing
What you mean to me
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 7:05 AM UTC
#Have you ever been madly in love?
The old man broke my reverie.
On the long faded green bench white with bird droppings
he was peering at me through his silver grey beard
looking oddly out of place in that college squire park
where only the dreamers at the prime of youth
would sit between classes to exchange love notes
and steal a kiss when the passion couldn't be reined in.
Have you ever been madly in love? he repeated,
and then as if growing impatient by my silence
mumbled, pausing between words,
like they stung him like thorns
*it extracts a price been paying all my life
living with a void no other woman could fill
a commitment that breeds only pain
yet makes me insanely boastful
of being madly in love.*
It was recess hour and the benches were being filled up.
How many, I wondered, would still hold hands
when the classes are over.
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 12:28 PM UTC
Child of mine please know
All things have a season
All things have a time
If stars can fall, then crash and burn
Humans fight and fail to learn
Then time has nought to teach
The blind will never learn to see
And the deaf will fail to hear
Even mighty rivers run dry
And seas can also die
Today
my heart stopped beating
But time has taught me this...
Love is where you find it
Follow joy wherever you can
Hope can spring eternal
Fellowship remains in man
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 8:36 AM UTC
Silver and gold splash across the morning sky
Lit up with virtuous vivre
Like white lace
Under dappled light
Like jewelry adorning
From heavenly heights
As if to say life itself
This day
Is blessed
A gift, if you'll notice,
Of inspiration and rest
Every cloud has it's silver lining I'm told
And forgiveness and faith
Seem to also bring gold
Starless midnights never last
The morning sky speaks that
This, too, shall pass.
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 12:20 PM UTC
Invisible strings
Connect the distance
Between us.
You're my heartbeat.
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 1:05 PM UTC
*Waiting for the ransom of daybreak
For Oak boughs in care of Wisterias child ,
for warm ploughland breath seeking the chilled morning address ,
Sunbeams held in gray cover , windmere hillsides
in earthly redress
Lorn , incognito Cottonwoods hosting the Mourning Dove
rituals , Sapphire flowers mingle in wetted Thistle ,
Crescendo showers telltale an oxbow brook with
clear quartz reflections , bathing the Sawgrass banks
Crimson , Nutmeg , Sassafras scent surprise , Wild onion teasing
the Dawn palate , dark earth fragrance in colorful green disguise
Gravel road , broom sage borders beneath Hickory canopies ,
leading to home*
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 11:49 AM UTC