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 May 2013 Clive
Anderson M
Is life really kind
Or does it serve humankind with sweet sorrows
On silver platters
Whilst taking a back seat
Enthralled by man’s inadequacies.
Or is it indeed kind…
A kindred force to reckon with
Sweeping mankind in a whirlpool of pleasantries
And a myriad niceties.
One thing’s for sure
It is an enigma
An unsolved mystery
And it’s bent on ensuring that this supposed.
State of affairs persists
Ad infinitum.
 May 2013 Clive
Jaymi Swift
Some of us long to sing the blues.
We hear life sharply in those tunes.
The guitar sounds with lifes despair.
And whiskey takes you to the lions lair.

Ignorance bliss? That's what they say.
Sometimes I like to be that way.
Empty glasses distort the view,
And with the music I am subdued.

I listen deeply for what is true,
It's easy when you've had a few.
Oh heaven help the ones like me,
That sway to lifes bluesy key.

The bass guitar is right on cue.
Oh how I love to sing the blues.
 May 2013 Clive
Lupe Orozco
Goodbye
 May 2013 Clive
Lupe Orozco
Its funny how life passes you by, how in a split second things change.
How months felt like it was yesterday and
How years become dreams and faded memories.

When I look at the moon, you're so far but still close just astrayed.
How you leave me emptied handed even after I asked if you were okay.

When I look into the sea I wonder if your in the path you always wanted to be.
The waves tumble memories, the shore and waves meet
but never stay for long but just enough to touch my feet.

When you see me at night you might think I'm doing wrong but I'm just pondering as the night sky falls behind me. Silence speaks when you hear the trees weep people say its golden..

Your probably wondering why I visited people from my last but I was just closing doors from my past. I lay on the grass where we use to share laughs irony how I see you pass.

I watch the sky and the stars and I fade into an eerie daydream where its just you and me. But its gone left and unseen. But we aren't fools because we know the truth that lays in our grey colored eyes. No matter how much we pray and ask why.

There's  just* silence.

Because your just a ghost. A faded memory.
Who I talk to when I lay here and about to sleep.
I wonder if you ever hear me in your dreams. I guess I feel you weep.

To be honest I have no choice but to rejoice
even if its just a smile I wear on that's just worthwhile.

Live your dreams, and continue flirting on that girl that's not the one you use to hold.

Farewell I wish you the best was the last few words ill ever hear from you. And I'm off to my quest.....

In the next few days, things will *fade
away and fall into place... As a writer, stories are for eternity thanks for being part of my life's. Uncertainties

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