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No one listens
when you talk
in black and white
Only when
you color
the conversation
can you get them
to think twice
Black or White
they fight back
Turn to color
sweeten truth
Make it smell better
they hear only
what they want
Their minds
have become
untouchable
There is only
Silence
now
in the black
and white
Growing old
is nothing more than
the lengthening
of one's shadow
as it
stretches into
eternity and
is seen no more
Inspiration
is fleet and fast
Look away for a second
and it has passed .
Ready For Love

         When You look around
Tell me What You see
We live in a world of people
Just like you and me

You say you live a life filled
With so much pain and sorrow
You tell me you’ve lost faith
For a better world tomorrow

You look at me and you think to
Yourself that we’re worlds apart
You think you’re the only one
To have a broken bleeding heart

I’m telling you that everyone faces
Their own challenges and everyone tries
But inside everyone’s soul hurts
And you know everyone cries

Life is hard it’s filled with good and bad
Like a coin tossed it can be heads or tails
Everyone has their triumphs in life
Inevitable though everyone fails

Everyone of our set backs is just
Another brick in our walls
Everyone’s who’s climbed to success
Had to endure their fair share of falls

I don’t have all the answers
I never claimed to be a wise man
I’m just like you and I struggle too
But I do the best that I can

There’s only one Truth
Everything else is lies
And there’s only one reality
You know everyone dies

Everyone is a sinner and no one
Is as pure as a Snow White Dove
And your healing can only begin
When you’re Ready For Love

Written By:Charles Kean
06/24/2025
Sometimes I neglect
To confess
But please know
I love you
With every last breath!
............
Traveler Tim
Flowers bloom

only for a while,

teaching us

to value life.

They bloom

to remind us

to smile,

when we forget.
There's so much
wisdom outside
but to live and survive
I'll trust my inside
Poets come.

Poets go.

Poems remain—

left behind for someone

to read,

to admire,

and

to inspire

the next generation

to pick up the pen.
it now comes from a place too close, too easy
not pulled by the slippery roots of an elusive plant
residing deep in the darkness of a well
where words and thought are one
I am worn by age
and loss
and every line
every word
every poem resides
in its own time
when poetry was fire
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