sitting or walking around luxuriously
As if the ground in contact
Was of immeasurable worth,
But No! It was the time.

The strangeness  was all too familiar
Memories of the freshness it brought all too vivid
While it could have been the precious people,
I recall for sure,  it was the time

The sounds eerie and elegant at an instant
Could ring,  resonate, reverberate perpetually
In the serenity, they were  distinct and alive
The life therein though,  was the time

Moments of love,peace and joy
When  He told me "Look!" and, "Listen!"
To smell and taste,  to take it all in
What a wonder it was,  the time!

At once, it all stopped, like a distant  imagination
All of it turned  hazy, and I thought,  "My!  I'm I losing it? "
How could I know it was time?

Time to love the times?
Time to unleash the dream in the morning?
Time to love and live love?
Those times,  and there were  times,  God destined them to be utilized, exhaustively.

A road untrodden, weather beaten,
Wild and scary, of a newness crisp and chilly
Wet warmth in the bellies, keeps him up late in the night.
Looking in the distant past, a blur, a maze of the illogical
Life's meaning lost on him
Desperate to catch up on unacknowledged worth
Panting in fatigue at twenty years of life
wasted
The promise of fulfilment elusive
The folds of the curtain fast pulling shut.
is there a chance for the generation
or is it to be found in conformity with
The old rugged customs.
Enslaving.
He wants out. He Wants OuT.
Out.
Reborn on the 12th

You see, the breath within,
billowing ceaselessly
in my ears.
Is that litte pump of mine
Hair strands rising, veins dilate
The red fluid in fleshy conduits
Flowing deeper and swirling me
Lifting meon a spiral.
An all time high.
Smaller and smaller gets all other
From this incredible height,
The gigantic made laughable
All dear ceases
The little pump pumps on
I Have Life Within.
It is,
Why I will not sulk

Sit all day, lie and close your eyes
As if the sun did not rise,
You simply snuggle deeper into your bed.
Comfort and warmth reaching deep
bringing to a simmer all fantasies
a steaming broth, concoction of lies.

Without thought, in utter disinterest,
You regard effort with contempt
As if yours was a clean silver slate
Handed down from above
Or was it because you had a good mind?
Too good for the task

There later came, as was bound to
The reckoning. account giving
Why was the day the only day you thought to awake?

That single act of kindness that you did
love in its purest that you showed,
compassion in its sincerest that you had
so brightened their days,
made it worth living

If you gave all reason for worry,
If none of you seemed true
If what you did so stuck out
If nothing you could do stood out
If they were all not wrong
If they were right
If they saw your failures
If all they said was justified
If you knew something they did not
If none of it could be disclosed
If not one could be brought on board
If all you could hope for was trust
If this trust had no fuel to it
If all you had was you,
*If all you had was you...

Your experience justifies your disbelief in miracles;
Your existence justifies my belief in them.