Being Young
Is like a windy day with a cloudy sky
The years seem to never catch my fancy
And the soil doesn't remind of anything
Thinking Young
The remnants of memories are so precious to me
Many years have gone and I still don't want to forget
Many times I want to take it with me
Seeing the Young
They run so fast and free
The weight of their body seems unnatural and unsteady
The soil feels different in my hands
It's *****. (She feels her youth, it's gone away.)
And the pictures make me smile and cry
I never thought they would be the lasting images
Of times I'd only see again today
I am 24 going 25
And I feel no weight from my life
The sleep is uninterrupted by harshness
It is something I do not wish upon myself
I think my father prayed for my happiness
And although I have not lived
I am accustomed to only one way of life
I sometimes cry
About light matters
Yes, death and suicide and separation
These are on my mind
But nothing is worse than a poem
That is somebody else's poem
That is written by a life unprepared for greatness
Unless I desire for fullness of life
Adventure will need to come to me
And I will always bemoan over being the victim
So let me not be a victim
Of my own lazy-***
How about we see what's out there, at last
It may not be a jungle I will cut through
Or I may not discover a rare exotic butterfly
But I know adventure is the game to join
Stay with a friend
Gird your *****
And fall in love
It's not about living the best life
But living when you see your worst side
How can you know yourself
If you've never finished the race
Or gone through a crowded place
Where the music is loud
And your friends are jerks
The drinks are cheap
And your life feels steep
Standing close to someone
And the next morning
Looking at him sleep
Hold your heart
Hold your breath
I will write my life
This lightweight life
It will unravel
It's a game of patience and action
I'd like to know who can win a hand
And cross a violent river
I will choose this life
And this life will chew me out
It will spit me out
And I will hold a hand
Frayed at the end
The hand will be old and wrinkly
The hand can be small and strong
But there will be no hand at all
If I don't do this for you
I will do anything to be with you
Life will not happen to me
Because I will happen to life

Been a week since the new year arrived at dawn's door
Seven sunrises had passed making way for many more
Resolutions, wishes, aspirations cast into winds of new days
In hopes they'd be carried forth on each dawn's new rays

Let us welcome the fresh air that come
Inhale it deep as reminder that we're luckier than some
Let us embrace the opportunity of time
A privilege bestowed so we could still pen in rhyme

Let us cherish the love from family and new found friends
Shower upon them the gift of verse that never ends
Let us strengthen existing virtual and physical connections
Reinforce them with kindness, fortitude and good intentions

Let us sieve past experiences that mar us black
Dispense with animosity, ill thoughts and considerations that lack
Let us trudge forward into the unknown together
Hands in hands and hearts to hearts into the unforeseeable future

No matter who you are or where you've been
We'll all get our fair share of twenty fifteen
We've all been granted if you'd only take advantage
In the great book of life, on a fresh, brand new page

Do note that this is just ideal advice not so much as a plea
I know the journey is long, arduous and never easy
I hope these words I've penned would lighten your load
Little bites of wisdom (I hope) for the long meandering road

I can't promise the rise of the nightly moon
But the sun will rise where you are; and it will arrive very soon

the serene squirrel

asked for perspective&
untied her hands.

late night waning full moon experience(s) and
daytime waxing half-moon discovery
upon discovery

the system doesn't work
this system will not
ever work--
so.
  work
         around it.

i scream "**** yes" and
get swallowed in the moon
there's starshine flowing
from my fingers and toes

each and every star
every life
every breath:
is art at its essence.
at its source.



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